Worried - Whxami, Lil Xtra

Said I’ve been away for awhile

And now I still don’t know how I’ma go about it

So whatchu know about it?

Well ain’t it perfect?

I fell through the tiles

I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me

My arms are cold and bloody

And I’ve been distant for a very long time

I still don’t know how she feel about me

I get to thinking about it

Well ain’t it perfect?

I fell through the tiles

I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me

This is my suicide, I guess she know

I’ve been worried being broke

Worried being alone

Worried I’ma die young

And suffer if I grow old

And I’m tired of these nights spent crying

While I justify it for why I never pick up the phone

You wanted me to be honest, well then baby you got it

Everyone afraid to die is somehow suicidal

And I spend a lot time in my head tryna fight it

Fuck it, I ain’t keeping secrets to myself

What’s the problem?

I’ve been worried about my health, my obsessive order

Worried I’ma never prove everybody else wrong

That I can do the shit I want, fuck following orders

Worried that I’m just a joke stuck wallowing off

My depressive mindset just wanna let go

And I’m tired of the fact it’s hard trying to fix artists, so I’m off this

This is me, isn’t this what you wanted?

So I thought, and I’m lost, tell where is you goin'?

Said I’ve been away for awhile

And now I still don’t know how I’ma go about it

So whatchu know about it?

Well ain’t it perfect?

I fell through the tiles

I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me

My arms are cold and bloody

And I’ve been distant for a very long time

I still don’t know how she feel about me

I get to thinking about it

Well ain’t it perfect?

I fell through the tiles

I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me

This is my suicide, I guess she know

Yeah, I know I’ve been distant

I tried to listen to the words that you said

But I’m feeling resistant

Black hole of emotions, my whole existence

I deserve everything but forgiveness

Earning my way, but I can’t buy health

Depressing the impressions of (?) the wealth

Everyone searching for the man himself

Tryna find another path to the way that we felt

Through the drugs and the sex and the life I lived

To be honest, I ain’t really got much to give

Abridged my life story to save the kids

And I don’t even know what the problem is

But I know that I’m done smoking mids

I’m done being broke with no accomplishments

I’m done being a joke to your accomplices

And now I’m rolling smoke with confidence

Because I know myself, and I know the way that I am

Motherfucker, come and make my day

Y’all laughed, tryna say that I won’t make my way

So don’t ask about the motherfucking cash I make

I’m doing fine

Don’t know your name, I’m just tryna make mine

You’re all the same and I’m done being nice

Fuck being famous, your soul is the price

I hope that I’m wrong but I’m probably right

So I’m iso'

I might go get psycho

'Cause I’m ice cold

You might know that I fight so let’s cut it

Making my music is all that I got these days

I feel no embrace, I can’t see your face

Said I’ve been away for awhile

And now I still don’t know how I’ma go about it

So whatchu know about it?

Well ain’t it perfect?

I fell through the tiles

I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me

My arms are cold and bloody

And I’ve been distant for a very long time

I still don’t know how she feel about me

I get to thinking about it

Well ain’t it perfect?

I fell through the tiles

I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me

This is my suicide, I guess she know