[ Featuring Beautiful Beats ]
Yea, should I dial god and ask what's wrong?
You've fallen lost, but it's ok my son
I bite my tongue, you always run
From the pain my son
It can get dangerous
Need some rest, I bottle up my stress I know
I'm hopeless, love it when my eyes get closed
And I drift away
Run out of things to say
Sometimes my feelings hurt
But I'm the one to blame
Feeling stressed
So I take a pill
Cardiac arrest
I really need these scars to heal
Blood pressure high
And I'm higher than I can feel
So I'm praying every night
Cause the way I'm feeling surreal
Should I dial god and ask what's wrong?
You've fallen lost, but it's ok my son
I bite my tongue, you always run
From the pain my son
It can get dangerous
Need some rest, I bottle up my stress I know
I'm hopeless, love it when my eyes get closed
And I drift away
Run out of things to say
Sometimes my feelings hurt
But I'm the one to blame
Yea, I'm the one to blame
Yea, I'm the one to bla-a-a-ame
I'm the one to blame
