DEAD INSIDE

If you feelin' dead inside, then you better get in line
Ain't anybody feelin' fine, am I trippin', am I lyin'? (Mm)
You don't share my vision, then you blind
If you must use your fingers, peak out the window
Through them blinds (through them blinds)

Open ya eye, life is not only a roll of a die
Things they can change in a moment of time
A minute of fame can be over in five minutes
Famous people DMs, yeah, you wanna slide in 'em
I did it, beggin' for a piece of what they have
But really, I should've seen it and been at peace with what I had
Got a taste of it, been chasin' it, been seekin' for that chance
Wishes in need to be granted, like it was genies with the lamps
I don't know what's worse, snakes or leaches in the grass?

All I know is, I felt more rich sleepin' in a van
Fishy saucy, money creamy, linguini with the clam
Get under my skin like alopecia or a rash
Let me watch the game, sittin' in the bleachers in the stands
Bring sneakers to the click, 'cause I gon' run it with the team
Y'all are Pinocchio boys, a buncha puppets on a string
See you a suck a ton of D to get some money from a stream
That is not how you hustle, that's how you fuckin' up ya dreams

That is that the shit that I'm talkin' about
You probably think that you prominent now
Quit watchin' me build it, it's topplin' down
Invitin' you over, don't want you around
Comparin' one's self to the others, you drown (drown)

In a sea of desperation, airin' myself out, I needed ventilation
Speak on it, definitely do
Watch who you call friends, enemies sittin' next to you
If you doin' trends, be yourself, don't be identical
'Cause that is when it ends, and it's when no one gon' remember you (yeah)

All that fake internet shit, it's got me feelin' dead inside
Hate when they get lit, it's got me feelin' dead inside
Erased when you've said shit, it's got me feelin' dead inside
Sensationalism, it's got me feelin' dead inside

God bless the internet, but fuck it at the same time (fuck it)
I been doin' this shit since like Grade 9 (Grade 9)
Ain't nobody wanna practice buncha AIs (practice)
Press a button, it's perfect, it's digital, it's AI
Constantly glancin' at perfection, makin' us neurotic
What's perfection? It's the entrance to our death, I promise
This ain't confession, but I guess I'm feelin' less demonic
My brain is hemorrhaged, I'm a jester, on the net, an artist (uh!)

It's follow for follow and hashtags
Ain't nobody bothered, if you rap bad
Everybody singin' shit is half ass
Got me feelin' dead inside, that's that
Like a pussy pic you get on Snapchat
They like, "Look at this," I'm lookin' past that
Fuck your cookie, I'm cookin' up, that's facts
Bitch, I'm good, don't test me, not a lab rat

All that fake internet shit, it's got me feelin' dead inside
Hate when they get lit, it's got me feelin' dead inside
Erased when you've said shit, it's got me feelin' dead inside
Sensationalism, it's got me feelin' dead inside (dead inside)