You know what I need

For your security

To shut the damn window

Are you gonna make up a song

For every thing we talk about

What can I say doc

I come prepared

Was a song supposed to start there

Why would a song start there

Because, why would any song start ever

This isn't high school musical

It's the fucking icu

I'm kinda layin' on my death bed

So maybe you could get off my fucking back

I'm sorry

I didn't realize this was so serious

I tried to take my own life

And instead, I end up in a coma for four days

And you didn't think it was

That fucking serious

You seemed to be handling it pretty well

Given the singing and what not

Singing

This is rap bro

This is real

Raw emotion

Lyrics, bars

That real pen and pad shit

Oh come on

It's not like you've been covering

The deepest topics here

You've rapped about your name

Trying to fuck my nurse

And a security guard

That gives you weed

Man, fuck you

You wanna talk about something real

How'd you end up here