24/7

Who's that boy who's looking at me?
Who's that boy? Who's he gonna be?
Who's that boy? Who he think he is?
Who that boy think I give a shit?
Who that boy? Who he think he's gonna be?

Sick of bruising all my knuckles cause I punched a wall
I'm sick of moving and I'm sick of always feeling small
These pricks are proving to be harder to remove from my mind
I'm sick of moving from my bedroom cause I'm just wasting time
Wish I could stay there and practise cause that's the shit that makes perfection
Not okay with the masses and always following direction
Ideologies lobotomise the freedom of life only art I idolise
I can't speak an original thought
Without feeling out of the box
Ain't nobody gonna miss me if I'm gone
I missed your call, but why the fuck you didn't text
So I stay up late all stressed with no rest cause I let part of my heart part from my chest
And trusting wasn't easy in my family
For us love was plan B but I let you in so calmly