The Question

Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am

Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am

Wonder who the fuck I am

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am

So I've been lookin' in the mirror and it still don't make no sense

I'm askin' what am I supposed to do?

I've done so much in my short lifetime, but I haven't done shit

I done flew around the whole world

First I shook a million hands and I took a million pictures

But I'm a hostage in my own world

And my thoughts my own enemy, got no time for these bitches

I got too much on my damn mind

So if I add some more stress, I just don't see how I'ma cope

I think they underestimate the grind

I do, bring this doe, and I'm only 20 years old

I wonder why I sip this devil juice

'Cause it feel incredible, problems, I got several

Thank God that none of that medical

Ugh, I've been blessed with much to be expected

What am I doing here

I wanna know, I wanna know

Say, what am I doing here

Say, whoa-oh-oh-oh

What am I doing here

Say, what am I doing here

I hope this feelin' lasts for fuckin' ever

I don't want to come back down, let me stay above the ground

I hope I do what I was meant to do

Cause I've been searching for that answer, I just hope I get it now

Please, let me find euphoria

When you up above the clouds, like, who gonna touch me now

And do we ever get to know the truth

Cause everyone seems to have it, but to me it seems they lack it

Now I'm rolling and I'm sipping lean

Sometimes I catch a buzz just to help me picture love

Drinking liquor and I'm smoking weed

And you don't ever do too much if you could never do enough

Wonder why I scream and stare at you

I'll be there to rescue you, problems you got several

Thank God that none of that medical

I need y'all put two hands in the air like this, ready?

What am I doing here

Yeah, yeah, what am I doing here

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

What am I doing here

Say, what am I doing here

God damn (God damn)

God damn (God damn)

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God damn (God damn)

Don't call me a stalker, God damn

This name is Tate walker, God damn

Yeah we only smoking that pimp, God damn

Play with drugs, the name is Chris, God damn

You know I smelled like Bratwursts, God damn

The ones and twos the DJ cut, God damn

Fucking bitches, plug my age, God damn

Born to basics, Patrick Page, God damn

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God motherfucking damn

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Hey, say God damn

Bitch go to that hotel, God damn

In Florida, that's Jacksonville, God damn

Bitch gave me blue balls, God damn

Y'all screaming up, God damn

Rapping while I'm wasted, God damn

Yeah blood on her face, God damn

God damn (God damn)

God damn (God damn)

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Say God damn

Say God damn

Say God damn

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Now make some motherfucking noise