Everybody's trying to figure me out

Everybody's tryna figure me out Oh, and that's alright My top's down and I'm losing ground Oh, and that's alright I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby And I can't feel my lungs But oh, my God I feel like I might live inside of everyone's thoughts I wish I could slow the tape down to the point where everything stops Everybody's tryna figure me out now And I don't know why There are things I've done I can't deny They might have saved my life Everybody's got their own decisions And I know that I've got mine And I'll be fine (fine) Yeah, I'll be fine (fine) Yeah, I'll be fine Smoked out, bought a pack of Lights Oh, and I ain't done I built a jacked-up time machine to prove I was right Oh, and clean it up Renters' rights, squatters' rights I'll be the gatekeeper for the rest of my life I don't want your charity Spend a night in the cold if it keeps me free Everybody's got a bed they're sleeping in And I know that I've made mine And that's alright (right) Yeah, that's alright (right) Yeah, that's alright And that's alright You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die) You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die) You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die) You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die) (Hold on) Everybody's tryna figure me out You think you're gonna die (It ain't over) Everybody's tryna figure me out You think you're gonna die (Hold on) Everybody thinks they've figured me out And that's alright (it ain't over) (You think you're gonna die) Yeah, that's alright