8 Years
I feel weak inside, like I don't really wanna speak my mind
Cause I don't know how to feel okay when the outside is full of rain
And my brain lays down full of pain and I'm missing her
I miss the feeling, I'm kissing her
Her love is what I'm wishing for
Trade a million dollars for a million words
I told mom I'm okay when I know I'm not
7 Years, got a lot of streams when I said a lot
So I'll say a lot in this damn song
If I told you that I'm happy where I'm at, then I'd be damn wrong
I haven't been where I wanna be in so damn long
I need a break, I'm damn gone
Go to Florida, get my tan on
Get a hoe, leave my pants on
I'ma vent, I'ma cry
No lie, last year I wanted to die
I walked around like I'm fine
My head looked so high
But my mental state, it was dead and buried
If I'm happy, it was temporary
My good days lay in cemetery
"I hate life" is what I said to Jerry
But he told me leave my head up, I pick it up
My mindset, told me switch it up
My one life, gotta live it up
One thousand's what I'm make a month
But I work hard, never pay for love
Had heartbreak, but I let it burn
No hotel this time around, no key card
Just making money that I really earn
And let it fly, run it back, I'll learn
How to open my heart was so hopeless
I found a beat and I wrote this
I cloud better note this
Record deals, take notice
I'm vulnerable, I'm open
I hate myself, no showbiz
But I'm slowly sipping on sick tea
Say give me more like I'm Britney
My brother Joe stuck with me
We winning
I'm gone
Cause I don't know how to feel okay when the outside is full of rain
And my brain lays down full of pain and I'm missing her
I miss the feeling, I'm kissing her
Her love is what I'm wishing for
Trade a million dollars for a million words
I told mom I'm okay when I know I'm not
7 Years, got a lot of streams when I said a lot
So I'll say a lot in this damn song
If I told you that I'm happy where I'm at, then I'd be damn wrong
I haven't been where I wanna be in so damn long
I need a break, I'm damn gone
Go to Florida, get my tan on
Get a hoe, leave my pants on
I'ma vent, I'ma cry
No lie, last year I wanted to die
I walked around like I'm fine
My head looked so high
But my mental state, it was dead and buried
If I'm happy, it was temporary
My good days lay in cemetery
"I hate life" is what I said to Jerry
But he told me leave my head up, I pick it up
My mindset, told me switch it up
My one life, gotta live it up
One thousand's what I'm make a month
But I work hard, never pay for love
Had heartbreak, but I let it burn
No hotel this time around, no key card
Just making money that I really earn
And let it fly, run it back, I'll learn
How to open my heart was so hopeless
I found a beat and I wrote this
I cloud better note this
Record deals, take notice
I'm vulnerable, I'm open
I hate myself, no showbiz
But I'm slowly sipping on sick tea
Say give me more like I'm Britney
My brother Joe stuck with me
We winning
I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Thompson
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