Bazzi - Conversations with myself

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 front 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
We's all doin'


Jesus
I think I need, I think I need some
Jesus
Rich enough and sad as fuck, 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 praised
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
(Jesus) anybody's pain or their happiness
I could only feel mine. And the car (Jesus)
And the house, and the fame never made me feel
Anything except separated (lonely) and intoxicated
And honestly kinda grossed
Don't get me wrong (I'm so lonely) 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 car
If I don't have any real friends or family
I'm just a lonely guy in a big home, damn

Writers: Andrew Bazzi

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