Lyrics

Yo, I passed out at the grind,
Burnout got me feelin’ blind,
Stressed out, can’t unwind,
But they askin’ if I’m fine, like I’m lost in a bind.

Pressure’s heavy, I’m losin’ my mind,
Boss said, “Handle it, or you're outta line,”
Ain't no help from the crew, just a wastin' my time,
Fakin’ concern, but they don’t really mind.

Careless, man, I’m done, I’m done,
Ballin’ with demons, I can’t run,
They're worried, but they don’t know the sum,
Thug life, but I’m feelin' like a son of a gun.

Keep askin’ me, “Yo, you good?” Nah, I’m wrecked,
Mental state’s a mess, I’m feelin’ disrespected,
They flexin’ like they care, but they don’t reflect,
Sippin’ on this pain like a bottle of neglect.

Thoughts racin’, can’t escape this hell,
Caught in a cycle, can’t break out the shell,
Wanna scream, but I’m trapped in this cell,
Ain't nobody gon’ hear me, no one can tell.

Careless, man, I’m done, I’m done,
Ballin’ with demons, I can’t run,
They're worried, but they don’t know the sum,
Thug life, but I’m feelin' like a son of a gun.

Ain’t no game in this mental state,
Fightin’ myself, can’t escape this fate,
Talkin’ ‘bout my grind, but they seal it with hate,
I’m just a number, can’t relate, can’t debate.

So I’m done with the act, and I’m done with the fake,
No more playin’ nice, I’m about to break,
Got my feelings on lock, but I’m feelin’ the ache,
Careless is the vibe, now it’s time to awake.

Careless, man, I’m done, I’m done,
Ballin’ with demons, I can’t run,
They're worried, but they don’t know the sum,
Thug life, but I’m feelin' like a son of a gun.

So if you see me, don’t act like you care,
‘Cause I’m done with the fakes, I’m done with despair,
Careless in my thoughts, and I’m ready to share,
I’m burnin’ it down, but I’m still standing there.

Can't do this anymore, i promise you i will do anything that i can keep my Job even If it means "fuck my mental health i need this Job for my Future"