Lyrics Questions - Kay

Yeah yeah
I got some questions, man

Aye
This for that boy who's so outlandish
Good at heart, always acting up
Fronting up with no manners
We go way, way back since the school days and pajamas
But now we're getting older
Memories, now, they don't matter, do they?
I still remember how silly you were in school
Acting dumber for the chicks
But were sharper, and man I knew
Copping better grades and passing
Fast forward, you started crashing
Now all your new friends, slithering
Make you think that you're cool
But you're not! (Uh)
You're just as dumb as them
Dropped out of college
Bad influence was your drug, my man
But you're still on it proudly
Not understanding you're depressed
And here without a job, your bills keep piling up
And that's no question

So drugs, sex, and liquor's what you crave for motherfucker
Stop living the lie you're living
Are you tainted, motherfucker?
Daddy's working with no hope
Momma's tearing up and she's broken
You're responsible to a wife
Why you playing motherfucker?
This is bullshit

Fools rush in first, but when do fools quit?
We've come a long way, the view's different for all of us
I hope you change for the better and trust the God above
But there you go fucking up, getting high again
How could you?

Are you drowning to breathe?
Boy, don't you sulk into grief (Yeah)
Are you proud of who you have become?
My art is a reflection of myself
But I don't know, who am I?
Who am I to question?

Questioning mirrors
Is it too late for me? (Too late)
Are you proud of who you have become?
My art is a reflection of myself
But I don't know, who am I?
Who am I to question?

We're all just crutches to other crutches who are soaked in pain
Praying if we could go back and do it over again
We both grew up together in our older neighborhood
You were beautiful, working harder to be the change

You were a fool for just falling
For deranged dudes, I'm being honest
You used to think they meant it
When they said they loved you, you fond it
Then they would hit it and forget you
While you're wondering darling
That why wouldn't he just call back?

Fast forward, now you know it
The trauma pushed you off-track, and you don't really know if
You could be better again, so you just keep on throwing
Yourself at random men, for answers but they ain't showing
Sex, alcohol, and need for attention is how you're coping
You know you're in oblivion, but sadly it's a choice
Sitting in a darkened corner, melancholy in your chest
Trying to end it, but you can't, 'cause you're still so timid
Damn! Why would you?

Are you drowning to breathe?
Boy, don't you sulk into grief (Oh, no!)
Are you proud of who you have become?
My art is a reflection of myself
But I don't know, who am I?
Who am I to question?

Questioning mirrors
Is it too late for me? (Is it too late?)
Are you proud of who you have become?
My art is a reflection of myself
But I don't know, who am I?
Who am I to question?

Man, I've known you since we were like seven
Pure heaven, stacking Nintendo cartridges, playing Tekken
Chilling at your house wrecking our backs playing video games
Those were some better days
Now we just keep stressing over dumb shit
It was fun back in the school and at tuition
We're gonna make it, I can feel my intuition
Crippling anxiety, although we both know that's a mission
But it seemed you got it worse back when your father passed

I understand it was hard
With all that weight on your shoulders
You held your family right
Boy you better know you're a soldier
You're like a brother, man
We're here to share the weight of your boulder
You're doing great, I'm super proud
And I feel you should know this, man

Wipe 'em tears, shine like the sun when you turn up the heat
Just know I'm looking up to you when you look up to me
'Cause you're a motherfucking star, boy! Head up and twink
Hey, don't you doubt or second-guess yourself
Why would you?

Are you drowning to breathe?
Boy, don't you sulk into grief (Yeah)
Are you proud of who you have become?
My art is a reflection of myself
But I don't know, who am I?
Who am I to question?

Questioning mirrors
Is it too late for me?
Are you proud of who you have become?
My art is a reflection of myself
But I don't know, who am I?
Who am I to question?

Aye, who am I to question?