Verse 1:
Aye, aye, got a problem
Solve it with your hands
Momma taught me all of that
My father told me I’m the man
So I listened to my kin
Now I am where I am
What a mindset
And I got my mind set
Forever in your debt
You showed me all you could
So I do all I can
Like I know I should
When I left childhood
I thought it’d be so good
Same from before, mental war
That's for sure
Got it twisted
The whole point, (you missed it)
Not glorifying being, (depressed and broken)
I just know I’m open, and hoping to share it
Stop your own heart from closing
Know I got love for you, (here is why)
I learned on my own (you ain’t gotta die)
Even though sometimes I still cry
I lie awake wondering why, why, why

Hook:
You don’t have an answer for me do you?
I guess I gotta expect that from the mirror
So I stare and ask myself what to do
And I guess I still need some help

Verse 2:
I’m a mess can you clean me up
Scotty, will you beam me up
Thinking that I’ve had enough
I never knew it’d be this tough
But here I am, here I am
Lying to my mom again
Staring in bottle then
Then chug it, I do
Messy, messy man
I’m stressing life again
I grab a bong forgetting what it means to hold a pen
And write my wrongs, with these songs, wait
But one thing is true
I’m a mess can you clean me up
Scotty, will you beam me up
Thinking that I’ve had enough
I think, I think
I did my best can I leave it up
I wonder if my time is up
Thinking that I’ve had enough
I sink, I drink
All the time that I wasted on
With nothing to show it on
Thinking that I’ve had enough
I guess it’s true
Every day is crazy
It really do phase me
Even when I don’t say the truth
It’s true
Hook:
You don’t have an answer for me do you?
I guess I gotta expect that from the mirror
So I stare and ask myself what to do-o
And I guess I still need some help

Verse 3:
Smoking and drinking to cancel my thinking
I guess this is how I’m gon’ make it
Soon I found no healing in the faking
Put the bottle down and lifted up the paper
Blunt, bowl, joint, joint
Smoke more, no point
Until I can’t feel my face, I ain’t done
What a way to feel none
Why I gotta feel some’n
All I do is hurt I don’t see the point
Point is, I was missing it
By hurting me and trying to kill it
My soul, to heal it, I know you feel it, wait
Sick of being wounded
I can’t blame what you did
All I know is that I’m done
I won’t be polluted

Hook:
I guess I finally have an answer for you
I’m happy I pulled it from myself
I think I finally know what to do
But I guess I need some help