A speaker wrestles with why they choose emotional pain and isolation despite having family close by, cycling through boasts about money and wine, a partner's tears, and the wreckage of a chaotic home. Raw confession of someone caught between bravado and self-destruction.
Superstar, what the have you created? I don't know why I put myself in this pain that I go through I don't know why I feel alone Even though my family close to I hope you can open up your mind a little Listen what I told you I told you that you're gonna fall for me and I'm gonna crawl I hope you don't mind that my insecurities are tattooed I don't know why I put myself in this pain that I go through I don't know why I feel alone Even though my family close to I hope you can open up your mind a little Listen what I told you, yeah what I told you yeah I got money on my mind I got money on my line and I pick up like every time I don't get no fucks about you Sipping fine wine while your lady steady crying Cause I told her to her face that I can do better without you no baby, this ain't even about you Got you and your feelings can't even get up off the couch Boo. Ronda Rossi got me kicking bitches out My household been distressed for a week don't hit the plug for a ounce then I bounce through I don't know why I put myself in this pain that I go through.
