(Yeah) I'm back, did anyone miss me? They say the second record can be tricky Well, that's kinda funny 'cause I am not trippin' My fans, they know what it is and they with me Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi I came from a town with three lights, ain't no city Out there doing shows for nothing but pennies When I leave the stage, they never forget me 'Mansion' was a glimpse of my life I let you see what it's like to be in my head People ask me what I think I think I'd be doin' if it wasn't music I'd rather be dead, ugh!! You heard what I said That was like me at a 3, you don’t want to see me at 10 Or maybe you do I promise if that is the case, then that is what y'all gonna get If you're lookin' for music with watered down lyrics I promise that you need to go somewhere else And if you want somebody to tell you everything that you wanna hear, I won't be any help This flow is familiar', I think I heard it before Oh, yeah, I made it myself! I left the door open to come in my mansion, but I never said it's a beautiful house Some of ya'll sat on the porch, looked at my windows and stared at my door They ask me if I'm going to kill it this record I laugh in their face and I ask 'em: Do you see the blood on the floor? He's at it again, NF is crazy he's bad for the kids He never talks about nothing, but him And my friends say: He's kind of a diva Well, you need to get some new friends I'm as chill as it gets Till I get on the stage and flip on the switch And I go to a place where nobody is If you bring up my name in a song, that's something that you will regret I learned a lot in a year I remember the shows when no one was there I remember the shows when nobody cared Ten people in front of me laughing like: He isn't going nowhere That's funny now, isn't it? This type of life isn't how I envisioned it This type of life, it just ain't how I pictured it I'm in the back of the tour bus, trying to FaceTime my family It's different, than what you think it is Write a review, tell me what you think of this Give me three stars and call me an idiot But to be honest, it don't make a difference I know some people don't get it But you have now entered a Therapy Session If you don't like music that's personal, I have no clue what you people are doing here Might as well throw out the record, or pull up a chair I talk to my music like nobody's there Only person I judge is the one in the mirror And lately, he ain't doing well–I don't need ya'll in my ear I'm tired of hearing it You call it music, I call her my therapist She keeps on tellin' me I have been carrying way too much baggage, I need to take care of it I know she's right, but man it’s embarrassin' Music has raised me more than my parent did Take out a picture of us and I stare at it Who am I kiddin'? You probably ain't hearing this Show me an artist you want to compare me with You put us both on a track, I'ma bury 'em Give me the shovel, it’s 'bout to get scarier None of you want it with rap, who you starin' at? I see you got beats, but where is the lyrics at? NF is the logo, you know I been wearin' that Don't come to my show and be sittin', that's very bad I call you out in the crowd like: There he is! I thought I’d be happy. It feels like I'm cursed It's hard to be clean when you play in the dirt You gave me this place to go when I'm hurtin' I thought it'd get better, but it's getting worse And I got nobody to blame when I work, like 24/7 I ain't been to church, and Satan keep callin' me, he tryin' to flirt I hang up the phone, these are more than just words I drive on the highway and listen to Mansion I look up to God like: When did this happen? Yelling with all of my fans to wake up But feel like I haven't I get emotional, I didn't plan this I'm doing things I never imagined I'm sorry but I gotta leave I don't wanna be late for my therapy session, argh!