Albert b. - No Good lyrics

Mind racing, it's no time to be complacent Just trying to find a place I'm not preoccupied with hatred Feeling pretty stationary, sh** is scary I'm not ready for this sh**, I'm an adult but f**ing barely Mommy wasn't there for me But I don't care, nah sh** at least I mean I wish that's how I felt but Honestly I probably need some help Cause this sh**s been f**ing with me like, you probably couldn't tell, huh? But nah I keep it to myself sh** thats got me twisted inside, nobody gets it Need to refill my prescription, or else I'm finna flip sh** Just trying to get a grip, stupid f**ing idiot As long as I can see a profit I don't really see a problem Probably I don't really give a f** as much as I say it I don't really believe it, I'm on a precipice stressing sh** And preventing from sleeping Cause I've been tossing and turning I'm toe to toe with some sh** I see myself I'm second guessing Guess I'm supposed to be sick So tie a knot the spot the rosary supposedly sit She says she knows me, hold it Y'all don't really know me for sh** Cause every day is different than the last one My sh** is bumper to bumper Y'all need to back up Ass on the couch, got my head through the ceiling Just trying to get it sorted And I don't really f** with opinions And I'm not really trying to talk sh** I need someone to listen I used to wear my heart on my arm and now it's different Made mistakes I admit it I'm not too proud to be honest But honestly I'm focusing on getting food in my stomach And putting thoughts on the page To put my thoughts on display I'm embarra**ed and well aware of all the trouble I make And lately my train of thought been on some other sh** My sh** been crazy lately I don't really f** with it But this spliff, my lungs are hazy and congested I've been shady and defensive If you hate me you don't get it Bet you hate me, I don't sweat it I been knowing sh** is petty Complacent but not pathetic Evasive and independent You hate me, I'm f**ing right there with you Stay away because the night is simple It's quite the pickle but I've been paying dues And trying to keep the costs minimal Smoking weed out the window in my living room sh**, apparently depression's an accessory now And honestly, that sh**s been stressing me out I took a trip to the limits of sanity Left my brain on Saturn And came back to Earth to act like nothing f**ing happened? Shouldn't people ask me why I'm not happy? I act like everything's kosher But actually I'm panicking Package up my anxieties Put it inside this rapping sh** And cross my fingers I can figure out what's happening It's no good It's no good It's no good It's no good