chillin in my room With the lights off up at 4am playing my songs I been writing down these words Just to capture how i feel turn it into sound anything to make it real heart is on my sleeve but them weapons are concealed I hate that they use me Like a human shield Scars are the only thing that won’t heal So I’m up another night feeling sleepless if it wasn’t for the money would I need this If i didn’t have the munchies would I eat this
