Seems like everybody going ghost Seems like everybody going ghost It\'s a lot On my mind Everyday I feel mortified Feeling low getting high Super high I am so unlike those other guys Babydon\'t you realize? It\'s a lot On my mind Everyday, I feel mortified Feeling low getting high Super high I am so unlike those other guys Babydon\'t you realize? Searching for some inner peace In a world full of misery Don\'t knowwhat\'s gotten into me I\'m feeling mentally**** All the time All the lost souls on my mind yeah Momma on my phone checking up on me She sayI\'m looking stressed, maI\'m not I\'m just getting high too much I feel the best Ma I lied I feel the worst This**** is a curse Editing that out my words cause I love to curse I think that the world is****** up The devil on my shoulder whispering so what? EverydayI\'m getting****** up Two percs for one dammit I done lucked up I think that the world is****** up The devil on my shoulder whispering so what? EverydayI\'m getting****** up Two percs for one dammit I done lucked up It\'s a lot On my mind Everyday I feel mortified Feeling low getting high Super high I am so unlike those other guys Babydon\'t you realize? It\'s a lot On my mind Everyday I feel mortified Feeling low getting high Super high I am so unlike those other guys Babydon\'t you realize? She looked me in my eyes and then she frowns Cause she knows thatI\'m lying See Ican\'t make no promise I\'m lying to you if I say I promise Everyday I wake up and I feel like It\'s a blessing and a curse Knowing I can leave here any minute And be taken off this earth It feels the worst They say the good die young The great live forever ****don\'t change Life\'s not the weather Forever No matter the weather Live long forever It\'s a lot On my mind Everyday, I feel mortified Feeling low, getting high Super high, I am so unlike those other guys Babydon\'t you realize? It\'s a lot On my mind Everyday, I feel mortified Feeling low, getting high Super high, I am so unlike those other guys Babydon\'t you realize? I know thatI\'m killing myself with the lean and the percs And every other day is a new artist waking up inside a hearse It\'s horrible