Find Myself
[Verse 1]
It’s that
Love
Girl you know I need that
Even if we don’t skate, you gon’ need the knee pads
Just fucking round now- “did you see that?”
“Did I see what?”
Dunno’ I’m just paranoid
This that French boy
This that white trash
Born outta France-Alabama collab
Like its Supreme, but I’m subpar
Gray vibes like I’m Washington with the Sub Pop
(huh)

[Pre-hook]
When I write its to get away
Hoping soon I’ll see the day
Got some cash but still got no goal
Lost as hell cuz I can’t find myself
(ay!)
[Hook]
FIND MYSELF
(where I been, where I been)
FIND MYSELF
(who I am, who I am)
FIND MYSELF
(where the fuck am I going?)
FIND MYSELF
(at 2 am, fuck!)

[Verse 2]
Take-back to that 8th grade Tyler show
Never been to rave, at the time but was “So Stoked”
Now I watch classmates making it
Used to make fun, then I learned some shit
Acceptance, but never got it for myself tho
Lately feeling boxed-in like the bento
More sushi in the sea, what the fuck is these feelings?
Love takes a while so I crocodile
Always macho so I hide the tears
Fear thoughts of curling up on a shrink’s couch
Just to let my thoughts out?
Fuck nope!
Pandora’s box should prolly stay closed
Date-wise, Tinder is my newest download
Ignore bitches, spending cash on some new clothes
From the Uniqlo
That’s a flower shirt
Bold print type
Say I ain’t got a type
Getting lone at night
So I run away!
GPA still been higher than Pinkman
But my feelings bluer than ocean
Sky looking up, Wonder if i’ll get stuck
Blind cuz of sun, giving two fucks
At best
Last four years spent stressing it
Acceptance at 10 colleges, but my ideas not accepted yet
(look)
I didn’t go, didn’t know, blew em’ off while I was getting blown
All my friends flown away now
[Pre-hook]
When I write its to get away
Hoping soon I’ll see the day
Got good friends but still got no girl
Lost as hell cuz I can’t find myself
(ay!)

[Hook]
FIND MYSELF
(where I been, where I been)
FIND MYSELF
(who I am, who I am)
FIND MYSELF
(where the fuck am I going?)
FIND MYSELF
(at 2 am, fuck!)

[Verse 3]
Self-conscious and there goes my ego
Small to start with, only weigh 5 kilo-
Ton, life ain’t been fun
I mean life could’ve been better
Shit was all good till around December
18’s fine but my shit better pick up
If this album fail, then I will get fucked
If this album fire, it’s a different kind of “get fucked”
(huh huh)
Ain’t frank but I write my “Songs For Women”
Pretty sad, it’s the only way I get em
Weird to say it out loud
Now my goal is to score venue and play rolling loud
Made it here without a manager, engineer, or label
It’s not cuz I want to, it’s cuz I ain’t Abel
But I’m a Starboy
You better run boy
Cuz when my confidence peaks, I’m making cash and sipping La Croix
Now my wallet is dead prezes and I’m feeling Roosevelt
Tomorrow morning Imma hate myself
Trynna find a balance in the mood swings
Now I’m talking life with Boose, shit
That’s a good friend, got a dozen of em’
Also got some lose ends who wanna fuck me up
Shoe strings on my superstars, I cut em’ off
Bought some new sauce, insecure again

To be honest though, I don’t give a shit
I only wonder why I haven’t found love yet
My friends lack a single life, I lack confidence
God I hope I’m not the only kid still trynna

[Hook]
FIND MYSELF
FIND MYSELF
FIND MYSELF
FIND MYSELF