Tom Sawyer - Diggin'

"I'm still, mentally, not so good, like I talked with you, like I talked to you the other day. I'm not, mentally
I don't know, in the mood, you know, to make things, right now."
I've been hiding in my room, it's getting hard to function
I've been tryna find a way out of this hopeless dungeon
Wha-, whatcha really mean that this was self-inflicted?
Wha-, whatchu really feeling when your face is pictured?
Fuck it, I'mma lean up in it, I think I can manage
I've been coping, taking tips from what my momma saying
I love myself but it's a hell up in my mental madness
Keeps me in the dark, I'm falling back down in my crevice
Do not help yourself, keep on digging, digging
I've been passing off my problems like I'm Scottie Pippen
Do not ask for help, keep on digging, digging
Everyone is struggling, doctors throw prescriptions
I've caught a couple, you could say that I'm experimenting huh
No one listens, PCP loves moving my appointments
Procrastinating, staring at myself, I'm no exception
I'm just like everybody else so really not important
I'm nothing special, consequences of a broken mental
I was just sheltered thinking my whole life was preferential
Shitting on myself, on my own instrumentals
It gives perspective, at least I have imagination
So I'll use it and abuse it, I don't have the patience
People tryna tell me how to feel on my vacations
If we're skiing on the beach or boating on a summit
These emotions trickling but I act like I love it
I need recognition, I need validation
I fucking get it but sometimes, I wish it was a liquid
I want self-respect, I want confirmation
So I could put it in a syringe and ask my veins to spill it
Lord forgive me, it's too late, I guess I wrote you off
So pass the liquor to my fate, concoct a Molotov
Watch where you throw it, it might smash into your paradox
My cynicism just projecting all my shitty thoughts
Loops repeating, it's a symbol of my deepest demons
Keep on dreaming, all these raps are gonna dull your meaning
Somebody told me, "Don't let someone tell you how to feel"
But my one and only hijacked all my pilot skills
Whatcha need though, deep depression, or a lost libido?
Me and Abel want the bitches but we both agreed though
Who would have thought that popping pills would be the proper peephole
Into the life that we could live without the lust of evil
Do not help yourself, keep on digging, digging
I've been passing off my problems like I'm Scottie Pippen
Do not ask for help, keep on digging, digging
Everyone is struggling, Doctors throw prescriptions
I've caught a couple, you could say that I'm experimenting
No one listens, PCP loves moving my appointments
Procrastinating, staring at myself, I'm no exception
I'm just like everybody else so really not important

Written by:
Sawyer Boyd

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