Mr. Hardheaded
Puff up like cornbread n
Young Ben tennin'
Actin different where should I begin n
Uncle benin
Getting shot down by every feelin'
Brain hit the ceiling
All problems I be dealin' wit
And I'm sorry that I'm like this
Hardheaded even hard for me to even write this
I blame myself for most of it
And for some reason I keep going, can't seem to quit
Everything is so hard and so tough
Everything's so complicated so rough
I hate when I get like this and treat people wrong
I don't understand why they stick for so long
Always confused and always wondering
What would life be like if I could stop suffering
It's just hard being hardheaded
Because to me everything is fine, no sweated
But to you and to everyone else
It's so hard for me to be myself
And believe me I'm sorry I apologize
That my thoughts colonize and don't compromise
And it's time to admit I'm going through depression
Everyone has shit so don't get the wrong impression
I cant explain how I really feel and I don't know why
I just hope my bad thoughts go off and die
Everything takes over and over and over and over
And it's hard for me getting older
Leaving all my friends icing up that cold shoulder
Things might be better now now that I'm sober
I just don't know how to let go
And not show
Anymore attention to the people that I don't really know
To the people that I don't really know
To the people that I don't really know