NEW PROBLEMS

I put acid on my tongue
And Smoke all in my longs
Im Hoping I’ll die young
When I’ve had all my fun
And I been feeling different
I been feeling distant
But I’m counting digits
So nobody listens
But the view nice from the top floor
Said Ain’t nowhere to go so I walk slow
Said Don’t know what to do so I shop mo'
Yeah Spend a couple bands but I got mo'
Said I know I know got a lot of problems
I been having trouble tryna fuckin solve em
Cause I can hear the fucking bottle when it’s calling
Yeah ima sip slow while I’m falling
Said people get mad I ain’t hit them back
Say I switched up cause they knew me way back
Get so many texts I can’t even keep track
Wishing you would cut the kid lil bit of slack
Cause I’m doing my best
I been having trouble tryna get a bit of rest
People talking to me like a motherfucking check
Trying to find a way to run away from all this stress
So what’s next?