Lost in every thought
I just cannot escape from me
Lately I hate being sober
I need space so I can breathe
Say I'm fine but I know I'm not
Giving what I got but it's not enough
Feel the stress when I wake up
Only good at fucking up
At fucking up, I'm a fuck up
Under pressure lately I been going through it
Unexpected outcomes hit me like a bullet
Aye, what makes me happy? I don't even know
Stay at home because I can't relate to anyone
Ay, the people 'round me got me cautious
I gotta make it, no other option
No other option, no other choice
No other option, no other choice
No other option, no other choice
No other option, no other choice
Late at night getting faded
I been contemplating
Bout the things I'm facing
Pain from lost relations
Saying words you can't take back
Why you do this to me
When I wouldn't do it back
Getting mad I need to relax I been working on these tracks
Make a milli for the fam tryna be a better man
Just know I been taking every chance
And all those who support me Ima show you why I'm next, forreal though
Live fast got ninety on the dash
Lost love is all that I have (yeah)
Making moves but I'm so silent
Can't have my heart, cause you'll never find it (yeah)
And I been speeding like a time-lapse
Labels hit me with the contracts I say fuck that (yeah)
Feeling down I gotta bounce back
Making moves I'm steady working cause I can't lack
All these feelings stuck inside I can't reveal
Fuck a label, I don't even need a deal
On my own, so please don't hit my cell
I can do this, and I'll do it by myself
I'll do it by myself
I don't need no help
I'll do it by myself
I don't need no help
Lost in every thought
I just cannot escape from me
Lately I hate being sober
I need space so I can breathe
Say I'm fine but I know I'm not
Giving what I got but it's not enough
Feel the stress when I wake up
Only good at fucking up (yeah, yeah)
I just cannot escape from me
Lately I hate being sober
I need space so I can breathe
Say I'm fine but I know I'm not
Giving what I got but it's not enough
Feel the stress when I wake up
Only good at fucking up
At fucking up, I'm a fuck up
Under pressure lately I been going through it
Unexpected outcomes hit me like a bullet
Aye, what makes me happy? I don't even know
Stay at home because I can't relate to anyone
Ay, the people 'round me got me cautious
I gotta make it, no other option
No other option, no other choice
No other option, no other choice
No other option, no other choice
No other option, no other choice
Late at night getting faded
I been contemplating
Bout the things I'm facing
Pain from lost relations
Saying words you can't take back
Why you do this to me
When I wouldn't do it back
Getting mad I need to relax I been working on these tracks
Make a milli for the fam tryna be a better man
Just know I been taking every chance
And all those who support me Ima show you why I'm next, forreal though
Live fast got ninety on the dash
Lost love is all that I have (yeah)
Making moves but I'm so silent
Can't have my heart, cause you'll never find it (yeah)
And I been speeding like a time-lapse
Labels hit me with the contracts I say fuck that (yeah)
Feeling down I gotta bounce back
Making moves I'm steady working cause I can't lack
All these feelings stuck inside I can't reveal
Fuck a label, I don't even need a deal
On my own, so please don't hit my cell
I can do this, and I'll do it by myself
I'll do it by myself
I don't need no help
I'll do it by myself
I don't need no help
Lost in every thought
I just cannot escape from me
Lately I hate being sober
I need space so I can breathe
Say I'm fine but I know I'm not
Giving what I got but it's not enough
Feel the stress when I wake up
Only good at fucking up (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Jordan Walker, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
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