My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad
I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad
Starring at my ceiling tryna cope with mental health They say that I should write it down but G it doesn't help I'm failing school they think I'm cool I think I'm bout' to melt I think the world is out for me I wanna show you alchemy But why they always doubting me, I do this by myself, you see I'm tryna keep my spirits high, now everybody counts on me Why? I post a track and then I ghost again Giving you excuses like oh shit I lost my pen again
I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad
I'm thinking bout' the post-traumatic stresses I'm tryna steer my mind away I'm moving hella reckless Bro I'm nutting in the whores and thinking damn she coulda kept it I'm forgetting I'm an artist G, my shit is very precious Man I'm growing up, I gotta work and now I'm stressing I used to care what people think, now I don't be caring Gotta leave a legacy before I leave that's why I'm airing Nothing lasts forever, it's a curse and it's a blessing
I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be grey Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad