Love Yourself.

Nights in the storm kinda lost I'm feeling troubled¹

Know I'm God's child I ain't think I would step in puddles²

My body built for this shit I ain't flexing muscles³

Body built never fucked with dumbbells⁴

Crowded hallways gotta hear all these dumb bells⁵

Now it's straight anxiety that run through my blood cells⁶

I just want nothing but potent smoke in my lung cells⁷

Get me high and get away till my lungs fail⁸

It's like y'all walking through a nigga I'm physical⁹

Talking like I'm not a real person I'm mythical¹⁰

ccting like I'm not in front of y'all am I visible¹¹

If I do what I think is right I'm wrong now¹²

What's the point of even writing this song now¹³

Houdini nigga gun to my head I'm ——¹⁴