FOMO (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

Produced by：Logic

I need you to hold my hand

Now

Tell me what I gotta do to hold my hand

Soul of a child in a body of a man

Every day I'm terrified think I need a friend

Trying to communicate 'cause they don't understand

Every day I think about when I'm gon' die

In a blaze of glory or a fit of suicide

Human made an ego and a belly full of a pride

Do my best and splurge but don't **** with humble pie

I need you to hold my hand

Now

Shut up make it quick don't nobody give a shi-sheesh

Talking 'bout your feelings but you wanna get lit

We are missing out what I feel all the time

That's why I spit and I get high all the time

Never fit in but I never stand out

On the side of the road asking for a handout

This the **** that keeps me up all night

Somehow my therapist says I'ma be alright

I need you to hold my hand

Now