Can't Call It

Uh, living in a generation
 Where only commas get an exclamation
 Tryna keep my mental patient
 I'm a mental patient though I ain't hesitating
 No, wish I would though
 Yeah, feeling hurt
 I don't know the origin, that be the worst
 Let's just keep on pouring, see who'll feel it first
 That's how whiskey and relationships and feelings work
 I know how I feel (yeah)
 That ain't who I am (no)
 I've been looking back (yeah)
 Tryna understand (yeah)
 I wish I could cry (yeah)
 But y'all made me a man (yeah)
 So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
 Therapist say I got trauma (yeah)
 Managers say I need commas (yeah)
 I just really think I need solace
 Some days, wish I ain't make all these promises
 I go for drinks every night that I don't want
 At what point am I an alcoholic?
 Say what you all want but my whole childhood
 Bitch, I was a target, and I can't call it, yeah
 When I was 11 got robbed, now my man's pops
 Since then I knew I was alone, at the end of the day
 Knew it's only me and I couldn't truly count on shit, that's real
 Got a girl I'm so in love with, but I'm afraid to be her everything
 Guess that's why I always joke about wedding rings
 'Cause I'm afraid I'm unlovable in the long run
 Broken clocks are right twice a day, so twice a day I feel present
 Looking for love amongst likes and faves
 Tell me, how I'm supposed to find friendship?
 I'ma stop giving my two cents no matter what, they go with consensus
 I just want someone to say
 "I see you" and mean it, is that too intensive?
 I ain't paid rent to my mind in a long time
 I think it's time to go offline
 I've been having a hard time
 (I ain't got no metaphor there, that's just real shit)
 People saying right things at the wrong time
 At least I want be better than I was
 I used to think like, "I better be discussed"
 Now I want just be, I ain't settling for buzz
 I know how I feel (yeah)
 That ain't who I am (no)
 I've been looking back (yeah)
 Tryna understand (yeah)
 I wish I could cry (yeah)
 But y'all made me a man (yeah)
 So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
 Therapists say I got trauma (yeah)
 Managers say I need commas (yeah)
 I just really think I need solace
 Some days wish I ain't make all these promises
 I go for drinks every night that I don't want
 At what point am I an alcoholic?
 Say what you all want but my whole childhood
 Bitch, I was a target, and I can't call it