Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some depressing shit
Let's try it out
[Verse 2]
I let things build up
And I don't know how to let shit go
I guess I'll let it go till it explodes
My mind's fucked up, I lost control
Lines get crossed like electrical
Probably something wrong with my mental
I never thought I'd let it come and get my soul
I'm too far gone, never come back home
[Verse 3]
I'm white, so
You know I never had no problems
Hold up, wait, I'm white, so
You know, I bet I'm the problem
Came from the bottom
[Verse 4]
Came from a broke home, where the fuck's the father?
Mom must have shot him, Dad didn't want him
He can do without him
Drink another bottle, smoke marijuana
Take a Klonopin
You can hear a pin drop when I get pissed off
I don't want to talk, I just wanna ball my fists up
I don't want to calm down, I don't want to listen
Rather throw fists than get a conviction
You know what it is, put that shit bag in prison
I don't need a lecture, this shit's depressing
Me venting is probably the best thing
[Verse 5]
I'm white, so
I'm white, so
[Verse 6]
I'm white, so
You know I never had no problems
I'm white, so
You know, I bet I'm the problem
Came from the bottom
[Verse 7]
They tell me use my words
Be careful, watch what I say
I say fuck that shit, oh, by the way, I'm not okay
Stuck in a cage
Let me explain what it feels like being out on stage
Whole bunch of people shouting my name
So hard to breathe, got a mountain of pain
They drive from all over to shake my hand or give me hug
That drives me crazy that a stranger actually gives a fuck
I'm not bitching, I'm just saying this shit actually sucks
My fans act better than the people that I actually love
Why don't I feel life? 'Cause I feel like
If I don't take my pills, I ain't gonna feel right
Motherfuckers talk shit, I don't really feel nice
I feel like y'all scared like some field mice
Feel like I might go psycho
Driving down the road with my eyes closed
Dealing with a different kind of white boy
Real shit, no Vanilla Ice, though
[Verse 8]
I'm white, so
I'm white, so
[Verse 9]
Came from a broke home, where the fuck's the father?
Mom must have shot him, Dad didn't want him
He can do without him
Drink another bottle, smoke marijuana
Take a Klonopin
Written by: Adam Bradley Calhoun, Vaughn Freitag
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