WAKE UP DAWG WE GOT YER MELATONIN

Got writers block in the day, and an artist by night I'm holding it in, but I think I'm losing the fight Hold me close, I hold you closer, but I can't feel you I hold you all the time, I hold you more I think I wanna kill you Think I'm a weird kid, just because I wanna dress cool Think I'm a weird kid because I don't go to the worst school Think I'm a weird kid, just because I put my scalp in the army I put my arm around you, I fall apart I'm a zombie I look undead when I get up from a night without sleep Noided because there ain't enough days in the week As the weeks grow longer, my time diminishes Every day that passes, my life, closer to finishing Swear to god, there's a figure at my foot I can't figure out what figure means, I figure it's not good I got to get up tomorrow I'm trying to borrow a piece of mind from Mrs. Morrow Sleep away all the sorrow I close my eyes in defeat As if it weren't bad enough I'm missing my beats If I ain't focused man, I don't think I succeed My corrupted mind is becoming unhealthy My imagination is rampant and taking backseat In an imaginary car ride, Rubber stomping the crete FOMO, what you want a memo? Man I told you get low, slowing down my tempo Killing my vibe what's up with that? Killing my vibe what's up with that?