Snick Foley - (In)tr[over]t Lyrics

There's nothing that I dread more than small talk
Fake interest, and questions in that ball park
Like how I'm supposed to answer what you doing how you been?...
Nothing. I've been sad nigga
But I don't talk about it, I don't let me feelings out
While y'all be faking on the gram, these mental illnesses for clout
Been giving zero f*cks bout what they say about me lately
I hate myself, way more, than you could ever hate me
Yet somehow love myself, way more than they'll ever love me
That's lovely! And why I put none of you f*cks above me
Peeped how y'all did Mac. Peeped how y'all did Nipsey
Live, have 2 brothers then die, have 250
Lost all my damn gumption. Stressed and I can't function
Options was slam dunkin, or walk-in, with cans dumpin'
Causing more rambunction, than Brexit, or more Trump wins
Ready, to start, slumping. That's when my fam jumped in
Yo, I know, you fed up
But someone needs to step up
You gots to keep ya head up
Yo, I know, you fed up
But someone needs to step up
You gots to keep ya head up
My man I know you fed up
But someone needs to step up
You gots to keep ya head up
Yo, I know, you fed up
But someone needs to step up
You gots to keep ya head up