Can't Call It

Uh, living in a generation
Where only commas get an exclamation
Tryna keep my mental patient
I'm a mental patient though
I ain't hesitating no, wish I would though
Yeah, feeling hurt
I don't know the origin, that be the worst
Let's just keep on pouring see
Who'll feel it first
That's how whiskey and relationships
And feelings work

I know how I feel (yeah)
That ain't who I am (no)
I've been looking back (yeah)
Tryna understand (yeah)
I wish I could cry (yeah)
But y'all made me a man (yeah)
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
Therapist say I got trauma
Managers say I need commas
I just really think I need solace
Some days wish I ain't
Make all these promises
I go for drinks every night
That I don't want
At what point am I an alcoholic?
Say what you all want but my wholе childhood
Bitch i was a target, and I can't call it
Yeah

When I was 11 got robbеd now my man's pops
Since then I knew I was alone
At the end of the day
Knew it's only me and I
Couldn't truly count on shit, that's real
Got a girl I'm so in love with
But I'm afraid to be her everything
Guess that's why I always
Joke about wedding rings
'cause I'm afraid I'm unlovable
In the long run
Broken clocks are right twice a day
So twice a day I feel present
Looking for love amongst likes and faves
Tell me how I'm supposed to find friendship?
I'ma stop giving my two cents no matter what
They go with consensus
I just want someone to say: "I
See you" and mean it, is that too intensive?
I ain't paid rent to my mind in a long time
I think it's time to go offline
I've been having a hard time
(I ain't got no metaphor there
That's just real shit)
People saying right things at the wrong time
At least I want be better than I was
I used to think like: "I better be discussed"
Now I want just be, I ain't settling for buzz

I know how I feel (yeah)
That ain't who I am (no)
I've been looking back (yeah)
Tryna understand (yeah)
I wish I could cry (yeah)
But y'all made me a man (yeah)
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
Therapists say I got trauma
Managers say I need commas
I just really think I need solace
Some days wish I ain't
Make all these promises
I go for drinks every night
That I don't want
At what point am I an alcoholic?
Say what you all want but my whole childhood
Bitch i was a target, and I can't call it
Yeah