Lyrics: Damon Searle
Music: Damon Searle
If you looking for sympathy then you outta luck
I think it's driving you crazy the way I don't give a ****
If you think that I'm trippin' you ****ing out of touch
One's that say they got good intensions i'm doubtful of
Nothing's been giving me what i want
Feelings and memories coming right back to haunt
First words out my mouth the ones i always get lost on
I feel like i done been trampled over and walked on
Look back at the progress that i made to get here
Take time just to process everything that's said here
Treated me like a project i can't let 'em get near
Someone tell me what's going on
If you looking for sympathy then you outta luck
I think it's driving you crazy the way I don't give a ****
If you think that I'm trippin' you ****ing out of touch
One's that say they got good intensions i'm doubtful of
Nothing's been giving me what i want
Feelings and memories coming right back to haunt
First words out my mouth the ones i always get lost on
I feel like i done been trampled over and walked on