[BUSY]

[Saba:]
I'm so alone-but all of my friends
But all of my friends, got some shit to do, yeah
All 'em got plans, I call 'em; "My bad," and text 'em
They never cross me like bad pedestrians
I've been this awkward since adolescence
I don't know how long I had depression
Never no peer-pressure, I'm tryna' get my little pecker off in some girl
I call my B-F-F-that ain't no secret kept, I fucked then told my cousin
I'm broke, I wasn't buzzin', I tried to hit a few years, she wasn't budgin'
I'm bogus, left my girl for some shawty, surely deservin' of all this lonely
"You sad? Tell me, how are you sad?
You got all of these friends, you got all of these fans,"
I ain't trust nobody new since 2012, I ain't let nobody in
Jesus got killed for our sins, Walter got killed for a coat
I'm tryna' cope, but it's a part of me gone and apparently I'm alone

[theMIND