Yass, SOS, Listen...

I struggle on a beat that's as happy as this
I've no uplifting shit to compliment it with
I'm depressed, vexed, son an empress
I just can't live up to nothing my ma expects
Yes, There's a party going on
But I'm sitting next door just staring at my phone
I'm better on my own
My heart is fucking gone
I hope you can't relate and it's only my song
Oh no, woe is me
I ain't got no doe
Just the doe ray me
Fa so la tee
Them melodies
From a wee Scottish emcee and honestly
I had cut this, now I'm back with no purpose
My back catalogue looks worthless, judged it
Purged it, get it to fuck it's
Now not who I am - Now who am I?
I don't know
Let's explore

I, know, some things about myself
But I still question who I am
And I still strain my mental health
Going through a bad one
And they say 'hang on'
But for how long?
I'm just asking
Will this sadness ever mend?
As if you care

I'll take pain and I'll put it in song
Share all my thoughts and feelings when I'm sitting alone
Yes, I aware, that I'm doing it wrong
But the therapist was shit and it cost a bomb
Oh well, Just have to accept myself
It's unjust that myself, just upsets myself
Hell, I guess I'll write more to see what other thoughts dwell
Then listen to it back to pick apart where I fell
Tell, a lot of tales
Head's flipped the other way
Werd's always real
Never lied on a single page
Heard a lot of rumours
But there always is, constantly
Concentrate on rap
Pure Chucky to this child's play
(All day) SOS put the call, mate
Funny it became a little something more than rap names
Something at the core, like something to explore
To find one feeling, one meaning to endure

I, know, some things about myself
But I still question who I am
And I still strain my mental health
Going through a bad one
And they say 'hang on'
But for how long?
I'm just asking
Will this sadness ever mend?
I know your there