f*ck Sports lyrics

[Verse]
Lonely in a room full of people
Looking at me through a peephole
Damn, do I know myself
Don't know myself
Think I need some help, ah
Room full of people
All my visions turn to seem lethal
Know I really need some help
Can't stand myself
Can't stand myself
I think I think too much
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I think I think too much
I hate the way my brain is wired
I think I think too much
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Sick and tired
Uninspired

[Bridge]
I see the new you
I heard the bad news
I failed to love you
I failed to love you
I want the good times
I want the bad too
At least it's something
Something to hold to
[Chorus]
f*ck sports
I was cooler with them motherf*cking dorks
Eating lunch alone out by the door
I'm just here tryna get my f*cking work done
Till I'm on Noisey or Pitchfork
They ain't f*ck with me back in high school
But the thing is, I'm still in high school
I don't really think none of y'all are cool
Uncool
f*ck sports
I might just fly back to the north
With Daisy and my bike, yup, nothing more
Maybe my brodie's Tesla, one without the doors
Without the doors
f*ck sports
I'll be gone by the time you count to four
I'ma take your girl, f*ck her to the core
While I wear a dress, found it in her drawer
In her drawer