Back 2 It Lyrics

I wish music wasn't my entire personality

I wish I wasn't insecure and wish that I was proud of me

I'm about to relapse again

I think that it's a problem

Cast and cast stones

Back to my throne

Back to back phone calls

Back to my home

Back to back loans

Got racks of my own

Back in my zone

Cause I'm bad to the bone (yeah)

I've been righting my wrongs

Then I turn 'em into songs

Pumping music out like I ain't got long

Fuck it, hear until I'm gone

My girl a new drug

I call her Mesmerizine (ayy)

She pop it for insomnia (ayy)

I think we're 'bout to have a blast tonight (ayy)

Shorty got a bomb butt (ayy)

Uh, I think I'm getting stupider

I think I lost all my humor too

My life feels like The Truman Show

Only I can save me and I am only human though

I am not a superdude

But I'm back in, working backend

Thanks, but no thanks

Bands long, these dreams are life size like Tyra Banks

Hands on, I cast them away like Tommy Hanks

Scamming since the cul-de-sac like I'm Johnny, Plank (yeah)

Cast and cast stones (unh)

Back to my throne (back, back, back)

Back to back phone calls

Back to my home (back, back, back)

Back to back loans (fuck it)

Got racks of my own (ayy, back)

Back in my zone

Cause I'm bad to the bone (yeah)

I've been righting my wrongs

Then I turn 'em into songs

Pumping music out like I ain't got long

Fuck it, hear until I'm gone

Cut ties with the snakes, huh, Sever us like Snape

They stretch the truth till it sticks, the fakes acting tape

Back with a vengeance, think I'm Bruce Wayne's cape

I'm turning to a Titan, Eren Jaeger, bite the nape

They can't stand the pressure

They don't want the smoke, I vape

Count my cake in the morning, I'm not making crepes

Like a drape I'm scraping 'cross the floor

I need to escape

Dreams like Michael Myers, cause they always take shape

Swipes on my arm like it's tiger stripes

My moods are up and down like it's a Snyder fight

Losing reason, it's my season

Time to heal myself

Still looking for a reason not to kill myself (fuck it)

Cast and cast stones

Back to my throne

Back to back phone calls

Back to my home

Back to back loans

Got racks of my own

Back in my zone

'Cause I'm bad to the bone (yeah)

I've been righting my wrongs

Then I turn 'em into songs

Pumping music out like I ain't got long

Fuck it, hear until I'm gone

I think I found a reason not to kill myself