Everybody's trying to figure me out

Everybody's tryna figure me out

Oh, and that's alright

My top's down and I'm losing ground

Oh, and that's alright

I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby

And I can't feel my lungs

But oh, my God

I feel like I might live inside of everyone's thoughts

I wish I could slow the tape down to the point where everything stops

Everybody's tryna figure me out now

And I don't know why

There are things I've done I can't deny

They might have saved my life

Everybody's got their own decisions

And I know that I've got mine

And I'll be fine (fine)

Yeah, I'll be fine (fine)

Yeah, I'll be fine

Smoked out, bought a pack of Lights

Oh, and I ain't done

I built a jacked-up time machine to prove I was right

Oh, and clean it up

Renters' rights, squatters' rights

I'll be the gatekeeper for the rest of my life

I don't want your charity

Spend a night in the cold if it keeps me free

Everybody's got a bed they're sleeping in

And I know that I've made mine

And that's alright (right)

Yeah, that's alright (right)

Yeah, that's alright

And that's alright

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)

(Hold on) everybody's tryna figure me out

You think you're gonna die

(It ain't over) everybody's tryna figure me out

You think you're gonna die

(Hold on) everybody thinks they've figured me out

And that's alright (it ain't over)

(You think you're gonna die)

Yeah, that's alright