Solace. (Interlude)

I stay at home when I make it
I never go on vacation
I don't do Cali in summers
A Capricorn, yeah I'm stubborn

If they don't host in Chicago I won't do tours when I'm famous
And you can say I'm just loyal
But second homes make me anxious

Wasn't the man in my town
I never did well at parties
Don't fuck with swishers and loud
I never fit in with crowds

And I don't say that to say that I was too cool to be out
I felt depression was on me, I never slept, I was lonely
I never go outside

No I don't go outside

And I think earl said it best
You can't really start living until you live with yourself
I cut myself out the picture now I just live what I sell

I spent some time with my sister
She offered sauce and some spells
Know Frida got the elixir, but I was half-cocked

I put one foot in the door with the music, one in confusion
I find my solace in cupid, my baby love therapeutic
Or is it just an illusion, for now, I look back it's lucid
It's 5 years later still
And I ain't been outside