They say, “stay in your lane boy, lane boy,”
But we go where we want to,
They think this thing is a highway, highway,
But will they be alive tomorrow?

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

“I’d die for you,” that’s easy to say,
We have a list of people that we would take,
A bullet for them, a bullet for you,
A bullet for everybody in this room,
But I don’t seem to see many bullets coming through,
See many bullets coming through,
Metaphorically I’m the man,
But literally I don’t know what I’d do,
“I’d live for you” and that’s hard to do,
Even harder to say when you know it’s not true,
Even harder to write when you know that tonight,
There were people back home who tried talking to you,
But then you ignored them still,
All these questions they’re for real,
Like who would you live for? Who would you die for?
And would you ever kill?

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?"

There’s an infestation,
In my mind’s imagination
I hope they choke on smoke
Cause I’m smoking them out the basement,
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop,
Just another attempt to make the voices stop,
Rapping to prove nothing,
Just writing to say something,
Cause I wasn’t the only one,
Who wasn’t rushing to say nothing,
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream,
It’s just right now,
I got a really crazy mind to clean.

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that Im alone

Ive got a migraine
and my pain will range from up down and sideways
thank God its Friday
cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
cause Sundays are my suicide days
I dont know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether its the weather or the letters by my bed
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know its dire
My time today

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

She’s the tear in my heart, I’m alive,
She’s the tear in my heart, I’m on fire,
She’s the tear in my heart, Take me higher,
Than I’ve ever been.

I’m fairly local, I’ve been around
I’ve seen the streets youre walking down
I’m fairly local, good people now

I’m evil to the core
What I shouldnt do I will
They say I’m emotional
What I want to save I’ll kill
Is that who I truly am?
I truly don’t have a chance
Tomorrow I’ll keep a beat
And repeat yesterday’s dance

Yo, this song will never be on the radio
Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote
It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional
Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral
The world around us is burning but we’re so cold
It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional

Dont forget ab-b-b-b-bout me
Dont forget ab-b-b-b-bout me
Even when I doubt you
Im no good without you, no, no

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