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  • Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here
    Or if I have the strength to persevere
    Sometimes I feel like I’m somebody else
    Who's going mental with they mental health
    Sometimes I wonder if I'll die alone
    ’Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls
    Sometimes I think about a younger me
    If he'd be proud of the man he sees
    I guess I'm rich, I made it out my town
    I played in from of thousands, you know I shut it down
    Look, little Bazzi, I'm living out our dreams
    Mama cry every time we on the TV
    Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib
    And you couldn't even dream of the girl that you with
    Remember all your idols and the people that we love
    I met 'em at a party, we was all doin' drugs
    Was all doin'
    Jesus
    I think I need, I think I need some
    Jesus
    Rich enough and sad as ****
    I’m lonely
    Oh, I am, I am, I am
    I’m so lonely
    I'm the man, I guess I am
    But I’m still
    What's funny is, is
    My whole life I thought making money
    And being praise would give me some kind of happiness
    And I wanted those things because I was concerned About
    What everyone else thought of me
    I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel accepted
    And then I realized that I could never feel anybody's pain
    Or their happiness
    I could only feel mine
    In the car, in the house
    And the fame never made me feel anything except separated,
    Intoxicated, and obviously kinda grossed
    Don't get me wrong, nice things are fun,
    I like nice things
    But you just can’t base your human value on them
    Because at the end of the day, they don't mean anything
    If I'm not happy, I'm a sad guy in a nice guy
    If I don't have any real friends or family,
    I'm just a lonely guy in a big home, damn
  • [00:01.39]Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here
    [00:04.01]Or if I have the strength to persevere
    [00:06.67]Sometimes I feel like I’m somebody else
    [00:08.92]Who's going mental with they mental health
    [00:11.54]Sometimes I wonder if I'll die alone
    [00:14.11]’Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls
    [00:16.60]Sometimes I think about a younger me
    [00:18.99]If he'd be proud of the man he sees
    [00:21.44]I guess I'm rich, I made it out my town
    [00:23.83]I played in from of thousands, you know I shut it down
    [00:26.13]Look, little Bazzi, I'm living out our dreams
    [00:28.76]Mama cry every time we on the TV
    [00:31.38]Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib
    [00:33.94]And you couldn't even dream of the girl that you with
    [00:36.51]Remember all your idols and the people that we love
    [00:38.89]I met 'em at a party, we was all doin' drugs
    [00:41.68]Was all doin'
    [00:42.48]Jesus
    [00:44.29]I think I need, I think I need some
    [00:47.56]Jesus
    [00:49.10]Rich enough and sad as ****
    [00:52.18]I’m lonely
    [00:54.05]Oh, I am, I am, I am
    [00:56.64]I’m so lonely
    [00:59.12]I'm the man, I guess I am
    [01:01.74]But I’m still
    [01:04.72]What's funny is, is
    [01:07.04]My whole life I thought making money
    [01:09.65]And being praise would give me some kind of happiness
    [01:13.86]And I wanted those things because I was concerned About
    [01:17.67]What everyone else thought of me
    [01:18.99]I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel accepted
    [01:21.31]And then I realized that I could never feel anybody's pain
    [01:24.72]Or their happiness
    [01:26.11]I could only feel mine
    [01:27.36]In the car, in the house
    [01:29.41]And the fame never made me feel anything except separated,
    [01:33.23]Intoxicated, and obviously kinda grossed
    [01:36.62]Don't get me wrong, nice things are fun,
    [01:39.21]I like nice things
    [01:40.20]But you just can’t base your human value on them
    [01:42.93]Because at the end of the day, they don't mean anything
    [01:45.72]If I'm not happy, I'm a sad guy in a nice guy
    [01:49.18]If I don't have any real friends or family,
    [01:52.66]I'm just a lonely guy in a big home, damn