I need to know what's on the news Just the blues, I hate it too
I spend my days high and lonely in my room I'm not okay, but I don't know what to do
I think that I'm giving in, giving, giving, giving, giving
I think that I'm giving in, I think I hate everyone
I think that I'm giving in, giving, giving, giving
I think that I'm giving in, yeah
If I die before I wake, I got some things that I gotta say
I've been locked up in this room for days, days, days, days, days
Live in my mind, you'll be too afraid I had these issues since I was eight
Learned how to pretend to be who I ain't
Sometimes it's hard to communicate Even when I want to, we don't relate
And being alleged is so hard to fake, fake, fake
* it, we die so low anyway Pray to the high for your soul to take
Can't let the demons keep you away, no way
I think that I'm giving in
Giving, giving, giving, giving I think that I'm giving in
I think I hate everyone I think that I'm giving in
Giving, giving, giving, giving I think that I'm giving in
So confused Memoirs of a broken view
Was being bruised Came out cleaner than I knew
It's no excuse Took a step and went back to
I'm not amused With the little things they do
I'm so convinced They don't understand
Fuckers love talking without a plan Niggas like that never been a man
Buried in sins to dig deeper in The details is bigger dig deeper than
I'd rather die than to be like them
I think that I'm giving in
Giving, giving, giving, giving I think that I'm giving in
Giving, I think that I'm giving in
Giving, giving, giving, giving I think that I'm giving in
Giving, I think I'm giving in image
Yes
CK, baby