I feel like shit again Like shit again My words burn like they sizzling I can’t take notes, I’m scribbling I ball with bands, you dribble Flow so cold it can’t ripple I got the the sleight of hand Flying like I'm Peter Pan Waste entire days Can’t find purpose anyway Can’t find shit I’m in a haze 40 oz right to my face I’m isolated Why they think I'm famous? Blame it on the numbers Sometimes I can’t take it You’re like a blast from the past I’m so temporary baby Feel like this is dying fast So temporary I’m so temporary Off that shit again Off that gin again 'Til I can’t pour it up 'Til I can’t see my cup Is it fun to treat me like a dog? To treat me like shit? Treat me like another one? And what’s the point in love When you can’t feel a thing? Can’t feel a thing Baby I can’t feel my face And what’s the point in love When you can’t feel a thing? Can’t feel a thing Baby I can’t feel my face You’re like a blast from the past I’m so temporary baby Feel like this is dying fast So temporary I’m so temporary You’re like a blast from the past I’m so temporary baby Feel like this is dying fast So temporary I’m so temporary