Alright stop take a breath
Why does it feel like an elevators on my chest?
When it drops I'm depressed
When I take it to the top I'm just as happy as the rest
Flip flop watch your step
Mama never took me the doc afraid of meds
A lot of dots pens are red
While they ponder on your problems tryna grade what's in your head like whoa
Half empty half full
Half in the past trying to let the past go
Half in the grass walking to the last hole
Happy relaxed and casually bashful
Half of me's packing half of me's at home
Half of me's a laughing half of me's all alone
Passive aggressive half in attack mode
Half learning lessons half into rabbit holes so
So before you point that finger
You better point one at yourself
Cuz Lord knows we all got answers
But can we answer for ourselves
We all got problems got some issues
We all got monsters in our house
So before you point your finger
You better point one at yourself
I don't throw stones I'm an old soul
I believe in karma seen the yo yo
Take some prima donnas
Leak their photos roast em till their maids of honor
Throw em' into church clothes yea
My thoughts are not your thoughts
Neither your ways are my ways naw
All that hearsay can make us fall off
The wrong side of the road and get us all lost
I think we're all lost I think it's all talk
I think we blame it on each other but at what cost
Bullets aimed at each other but at what loss
Put our fangs in each other when we sleep walk
Don't point a finger at me cuz I don't point one at you
Or maybe this isn't you
Maybe you're just a product of everything you've been through
And instead of you being honest about it you hide the truth so
So before you point that finger
You better point one at yourself
Cuz Lord knows we all got answers
But can we answer for ourselves
We all got problems got some issues
We all got monsters in our house
So before you point your finger
You better point one at yourself