Obituaries and Collect Calls

Should I say, what you want me to say Should I be, what you want me to be If it meets your needs You don't give a f*ck about me You're full of shit, if you say I trust you Where was you when I needed advice You fucking know it all Goodie too shoes, f*ck you That past you holding on I'm a super-human And these raps give me a turbo charge I don't got no use for anything that may require heart My batteries running low I drove ambition for too fucking long You suffering huh? There's billions in the world You ain't the only one I already told you plenty times Quit tryna make me open up I'm bulletproof, I flew through my youth by having an attitude Bust out my mother's womb, with a bag of shrooms And a tethered spoon Growing we always moved around To do what's best for you Never realized when I made some friends We had to fucking move Emotionally I wasn't ready for neglect I lost hope, so I got heartless tatted on my neck Ghetto symphony and any love I had before Was never meant for me Finding everlasting love is still a mystery Sick and tired of being stuck I miss simplicity I miss thuggin with my homies Barking with my dogs Tryna pull all the bitches we see Walking thru the mall Now it's tears, obituaries and collect calls So much tears, obituaries and collect calls What's wrong Amir? Why is it so hard to say what's wrong Amir The ceiling's coming down on us You're underneath the chandelier Why you still standing there? Move bitch, you ready to die? The glass can cut ya eyes, you're still stiff Zero calls, zero messages Well it makes sense I'm happy no one hits me up And to ask me how my fucking day went Or grab some food, see a movie Do some other "friend" shit Even smoking weed can still establish into a friendship I never wanted to be equal Kinda jealous you got people Sterilizing Josh's needles, ink me up Draw the pieces Dig deeper in my skin Tap into that pain within Isolate myself from the world, a normal day again Another lonely night to spend You're stronger than you think you are Depression tried to kill you several times And you keep getting up What type of man can leave behind His mother fucking son You had the chance to come back for me And never took it once (F*ck nigga) Ghetto symphony and any love I had before Was never meant for me Finding everlasting love is still a mystery Sick and tired of being stuck I miss simplicity I miss thuggin with my homies Barking with my dogs Tryna pull all the bitches we see Walking thru the mall Now it's tears, obituaries and collect calls So much tears, obituaries and collect calls