Too much 4 my head

Therapy ain’t work so they said let’s medicate him
the bottom of his brain, so the state, vegetating
Oh that boy depressed, all these kids say the same shit
This syrup is no help (Yeah), do these pills till it make sense (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t know what the problem is, don’t know who the problem is
Am I what the problem is, am I who the problem is
Looking in the mirror and my reflection don’t tell me shit
Tell me that you love me like a million times
It still don’t help me bitch
I don’t wanna hurt you but god, that is true
But the fact of the matter is I can’t love you unless I’m booted
When you’re gone I feel alone, when you’re here I feel intruded
But this soda is my worst enemy I swear it make me too booted
This popularity contest
A material object
It’s too much for my head (Yeah)
Some days I feel like I’m up next
Then I feel like I was left
Guess they wanted me dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This popularity contest
A material object
It’s too much for my head (Yeah, yeah)
Some days I feel like I’m up next (Ay)
Then I feel like I was left (Ay)
Guess they wanted me dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh)
This popularity contest
A material object
It’s too much for my head (Yeah)
Some days I feel like I’m up next (Ay)
Then I feel like I was left (Yuh)
Guess they wanted me dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh)
Lot of things he didn’t like about himself (What?)
He had changed him (Yeah, yeah, yeah), rearranged him (Okay)
But society didn’t like him they wanted to (Uh)
Yeah degrade him (Yuh-yuh), yeah erase him (Yuh)
Therapy ain’t work so they said let’s medicate him
The bottom of his brain, so the state, vegetating
Oh that boy depressed, all these kids say the same shit
This syrup is no help, do the pills till it make sense
Don’t know what the problem is, don’t know who the problem is
Am I what the problem is, am I who the problem is
Looking in the mirror and my reflection don’t tell me shit
Tell me you love me bout a million times
It still don’t help me bitch