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 their 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 Lil Bozzy, I'm living out our dreams, mama cry every time we on the TV We got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib, but you couldn't even dream of the girl that you with Remember all your idols and the people that we loved, I met them at a party, we was all doing drugs, we was all doing Jesus, I think I need, I think I need some Jesus, rich enough and satisfied I'm lonely, 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 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 And intoxicated, and honestly kind of 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 car If I don't have any real friends or family, I'm just a lonely guy in a big home Damn