Lil' Fatty - MELANCHOLY

Feeling real lost on my own
All of these thoughts breaking in
Ain't no one to call on my phone
Ain't nobody I can call friend
Anxiety losing control
My heart breaking over again
Feelin' alone on this road, when is this shit gonna end?
I'm feeling spaced out of my mind but no one can tell
I drop a dollar down to the bottom of a wishing well
I pray for days that are better than what I have dealt
I pray for days that are better than what I have felt
Start taking prescriptions
Cause I miss them
I gotta have some in my system
Talk about an addiction
I feel good when I mix them
Alcohol make me vicious
Started sending you pictures
On Snapchat when I miss ya
Cause you a queen girl and you know it that it's true
You break my heart I still go back to you
Something about it tell me this ain't true
The way that you look got me crazy bout you
The way that you look got me crazy bout you
Feeling real lost on my own
All of these thoughts breaking in
Ain't no one to call on my phone
Ain't nobody I can call friend
Anxiety losing control
My heart breaking over again
Feeling alone on this road when is this shit gonna end
I'm feeling spaced out of my mind but no one can tell
I drop a dollar down to the bottom of a wishing well
I pray for days that are better than what I have dealt
I pray for days that are better than what I have felt
Take me back to when I was loved
Never loved myself, I'm never enough
There's always someone better can I be someone else?
Let me understand
Got to be kidding no idea what I've felt
When I'm screaming for some help
It's in my laughs and jokes
It's the funny guy that ends with the rope
So conflicted can't see my future
No need for drugs or drinks
By my time I'll catch up in sync
Waving goodbye, you won't even think
Last time seeing you, this is what I sing
This is what I'll sing yeah
Feeling real lost on my own
All of these thoughts breaking in
Ain't no one to call on my phone
Ain't nobody I can call friend
Anxiety losing control
My heart breaking over again
Feelin' alone on this road, when is this shit gonna end?
I'm feeling spaced out of my mind but no one can tell
I drop a dollar down to the bottom of a wishing well
I pray for days that are better than what I have dealt
I pray for days that are better than what I have felt

Written by:
Caleb Smith, Gage Toy

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