Hurt by RI6T Lyrics
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
Anxiety inside my chest, I wanna do my fucking best
And go outside like all the rest of these mofuckers, i’m so stressed
Get the point, there’s no point, rather rest my fucking joints
Rather sit inside my room than be in public, that’s the point
Of this entire song, don’t get me wrong
I’ll rip my plans up like a bong
Feeling anxious, never strong, been suffering, hell all along
Guess we ain't the fucking same
'Cause when I die, you’ll be ashamed
You should feel a-fucking-shamed, I’m sitting in the fucking rain
You don't get the message, I’m so sick of fucking stressing
Feeling low like every second, I just wish that I was resting
Stressin' out myself, I got these issues piled on top of me
Wake up every fucking day, I wish this shit was just a dream
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
Anxiety inside my chest, I wanna do my fucking best
And go outside like all the rest of these mofuckers, i’m so stressed
Get the point, there’s no point, rather rest my fucking joints
Rather sit inside my room than be in public, that’s the point
Of this entire song, don’t get me wrong
I’ll rip my plans up like a bong
Feeling anxious, never strong, been suffering, hell all along
Guess we ain't the fucking same
'Cause when I die, you’ll be ashamed
You should feel a-fucking-shamed, I’m sitting in the fucking rain
You don't get the message, I’m so sick of fucking stressing
Feeling low like every second, I just wish that I was resting
Stressin' out myself, I got these issues piled on top of me
Wake up every fucking day, I wish this shit was just a dream
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts
I feel so empty, i’m so tired man, it hurts
Don’t fucking ask me how i’m doing at my worst
It fucking hurts to know the shit ain’t getting better
Rather worse, it fucking hurts