The Existential Club

Extroverted introvert
Going out feels like a blessing and a curse
It feels like I be dying in the club
Overdosing on all that fake love
It's the same story, different seasons
It's the same routine, different reasons
Am I really living every weekend
If I keep dancing to the same rhythm
Yea, hold up, I be sliding
Mirror mirror in the club, why the fuck am I
Dying dying, why the hell you lying
Acting like you like this vibe but inside you be sighing
People be showing up
Just to be showing off
I think I had enough
(Drugs) I cannot get enough
(Love) Manufactured it
(Time) Always gonna slip
(Life) makes wanna think
(Life) makes me go and think
It's the same story, different seasons
It's the same routine, different reasons
Am I really living every weekend
If I keep dancing to the same rhythm