Missed Calls

They’re trapping me in
Waiting for a phone call
Call home, home
Yet here is me
Reminiscing the lost love, no
The lost ones
Every day the air within my lungs is getting tighter
And its hard to fucking breathe out and I know I ain’t a fighter
I’m a thinker I’m a lover I’m a pussy I’m a bitch
Imma be lonely forever even when I’m filthy rich
Cuz the ladies come and go when they please, love to tease
That they thre for you but when the tim comes they disappear
I shed a
Tear for the girls that I’ve hurt in the past
Never thought about the impact that I had
Tryna do things opposite of my dad
Took off when the anxiety got bad
Blame it on the alcohol or blame it on the scripts
But when things get shitty everybody skips
People wondering why JETT throwing fits like
Fuck
I just got another phone call (Yeah)
Another of my friends tried to kill themselves
Always tried to call them finna tryna help (Yeah)
Ever since then I fucking
Hate myself I wanna fucking end it (Hate myself I wanna fucking end it)
Not suicidal
But I got homies trying all the drugs around them
All the pain with they feelings tryna fucking drown’em
I’d still take a bullet for some bitches from my town
Does that make me a clown? Does that make me a clown?
Probably