Conversations With Myself

Sometimes I wonder why I’m even here
Or if I have the strength to persevere
Sometimes I feel like I’m somebody else
Who’s going mental with they mental health
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll die alone
’Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls
Sometimes I think about a younger me
If he’d be proud of the man he sees

I guess I’m rich, I made it out my town
I played in front of thousands, you know I shut it down
Look, little Bazzi, I’m living out our dreams
Mama cry every time we on the TV
Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib
And you couldn’t even dream of the girl that you with
Remember all your idols and the people that we love
I met ‘em at a party, we was all doin’ drugs
Was all doin’

Jesus
I think I need, I think I need some
Jesus
Rich enough and sad as fuck
I’m lonely
Oh, I am, I am, I am
I’m so lonely
I’m the man, I guess I am
But I’m still

What’s funny is, is
My whole life I thought making money
And being praise would give me
Some kind of happiness

And I wanted those things
Because I was concerned about
What everyone else thought of me
I wanted to feel loved
I wanted to feel accepted

And then I realized
That I could never feel
Anybody’s pain or their happiness
I could only feel mine
In the car, in the house

And the fame never made me feel
Anything except separated
Intoxicated, and obviously kinda grossed

Don’t get me wrong
Nice things are fun
I like nice things
But you just can’t base
Your human value on them

Because at the end of the day
They don’t mean anything
If I’m not happy, I’m a sad guy in a nice guy
If I don’t have any real friends or family
I’m just a lonely guy in a big home