Highway lyrics

I'm on a highway
It's healthy to cry
But I'm stuck in hell
I don't even know how I'm still sane homeboy
I lie there and cry awake
It's the only way I can anymore though, you know?
Though I'm just a shell

Real talk

[Verse 1: Sevin]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I'm worn down and poured out just a empty cup
A sick man in quicksand I'm simply stuck
I'm feeling so small
Would it be wrong ya'll to put the pistol on speed dial
And make ya stone call
Why can't I get a grip on my mind
I'm feeling p*ssed on and p*ssed off
And it's all the time, yeah
I've lost pretty much everything a man can lose
I've been through wars you wouldn't even put a cannon through
All this agony's enough to break a man in two
His panic room is damaged plus he's manic too
His soul is famished
No one handed him a can of stew
He's allergic to beans
They gave him Spanish food
It's like life doesn't like him
It does it just to spite him
Wish I could take back my past like a busted item
Right now I wanna do anything but exist
Cuz if I ain't in hell, tell me what is this?