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It happened so fast, and I don't even know how we got here All I know is I'm spinning tires in my tracks When I try to move forward, I'm just sinking even deeper And I'm living in the past when I try to move back All I know is that I'm sad, even though I got a life That I know that other people wanna have Call me selfish, call me spoiled, call me a brat But I wanna be happy, why can't you just call me that? The internet has made me grow to hate my own voice You know what kind of fucked up shit does to your head But when I rap about it, peoplе tell me not to be sad about it That I should takе a break and maybe get some rest But when I live without it People forget that I exist, and then I'm pissed about it Like all the rappers that I helped straight up just dipped up out it Forget that Crypt was essential and their success But when I'm stuck inside this ditch they don't say shit about it Everybody loves to watch a car crash I knew one day I'd fall but not this fuckin' hard fast No one can prepare you for the part of your life When you're without any light and driving down a dark path All I see is pitch black All I see Crypt's bad, all I see is Crypt's sad All I see is Crypt's mad, all I see is Crypt lacks any real life value So why continue on with this whole Crypt act Letras de cancionesI don't wanna feel like this anymore My heart is shattered and broken and torn Can someone tell me, why am I like this? I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of fighting I'm sore, I need the key to this door that I'm locked in I'm out of options, all my thoughts are despair No one else seems to care, I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin It seems like every time I grab this mic I'm second guessing every single word I try to write Back in the day I used to let it flow like open pipes But now it's clogged up stopped up with the fear of life And lately I been hating even tryna try 'Cause when I write a bar I think about all the eyes up on it Judging me for thoughts inside my brain that I put down to notes Overthink it all 'till it comes crashin' down like I'm a comet Scratching through my lyrics like I'm signing CD's at my shows So many half finished songs up on my top desktop That prolly won't ever see the moment that they'll be finished Cause I'm feeling finished now, inching closer to a headshot Stoppin' all these thoughts inside my head before I end it Just imagine talkin' to your therapist And everybody hearin' it Critiquing it ripping it up and tearin' it Swearin' it's the worst thing that they've heard No comparison I'm barely makin' it as it is, so get to burying I know that my raps have made an impact Some would argue they've been good Some would argue they've been bad For every message that I get telling me that I'm shit I get one sayin' that I stopped somebody from slittin' their wrist It's a see saw double edged sword, slicing some meat off Wishing every day that I could get the pain to please stop Worrying who's listening, do I sound like I'm Eminem? Do I sound like another rapper out there doing this again? Scrap another song that prolly could provide someone with help Oh well, at least another song don't sound like someone else The pain in my voice has become apparent Can't even talk about this with my parents Cause I hate the thought of it, no matter what the problem is It's never big enough for the world to care And it's obvious, the problem is me Should probably stop with this beat Should probably stop this rapping before it puts a stop to me I don't wanna feel like this anymore My heart is shattered and broken and torn Can someone tell me, why am I like this? I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of fighting I'm sore, I need the key to this door that I'm locked in I'm out of options, all my thoughts are despair No one else seems to care, I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin From Letras Mania