Blood sweat and tears homie I'm made of it
The devil tryna rip out my soul. Lost my soul. I'll see you in hell. I see the devil linger on, stuck in my hell.
I'm an emotional creature. I make music to express that.
In the end they'll judge me anyway, so whatever.
When you try to convince yourself that something doesn't bother you, it usually bothers you more.
Wake up, life does get tough. No need to stress, holds you back too much.