Alone in my room Suicidal thoughts Like a voice Screaming in my head With a demon stare eyes Looking at the roof Listening a trash song from the neighborhood Thinking if someday all that shit will get better Look at the weather It’s changing And wanna rain my brains out Wanna rain my eyes out But I don’t cry I'm a men Mens don’t cry That's what they say That's what I heard, and what I see Nobody thinking it’s serious That's what I feel Cause all I wanted is make that shit well Make a good song, I don’t fit well Like suicideboys or tyler or frank My inspirations But I don’t know how to make a good song Or how to rhyme or how to sing I am a trash all that I wanted is a dream But I just cannot wake up Cause I'm already awake So many shit that I hate Now I put that on the plate Wiegh, eat It’s not beneath my feet Yeah yeah I know I could die Yeah I don’t know how to treat (shit) I just want to make some beats