Lyrics Therapy - Tt17

I've been grinding for a minute now, been grinding all my days
Stay up till the A.M., tears runnin' down my face
Cuz I'm writing 'bout my life, some problems that I have
Music is my outlet, therapy
This the only place I don't gotta show my face
I sorta know my place
Sometimes I wanna disappear and not even leave a trace
I wanna talk to someone, 'bout all the things I think about
I need to talk to someone, 'bout all the things I think about
I need to get out of me, all the things I think about
I thought I would make it big, but now I'm havin' doubt
Now I'm havin' doubt, I never felt doubt
Somethin' needa change, I need to turn my life around
People think I'm the happy guy- what do you expect from me?
No ones ever accepted me, no ones ever respected me
And sometimes it's hard, it gets really tough
I try to stay calm, but enough is enough!
So what if I'm most hated? I know I'm the most hated!
People say they "respect my grind"
- that's the worst lie you've stated!
Some ask why I go from happy raps, to sappy raps,
to happy raps, to sappy raps- all in the same album?
I got mixed emotions, don't you listen to my songs?
They all got a meaning, go, trust me, I'm not wrong!
Man, sometimes music is my only place I can vent
I'm so thankful
Sometimes, I sit down, think about what I'm made to be
People tryna judge me now, my grind, they can't see
Sometimes I'm feelin' hype, sometimes I feel depressed
That's why I dropped this song, get it all off my chest
Back in 'Look Up to Me', I had to get it outta me
I tried to tell you all that not a single soul was proud of me
Told you guys they want some confidence, they want a louder me
I didn't know, but now I do, that all you are is doubtin' me
All you are is doubtin' me, none of you are proud of me
Sorry that I'm ventin' but I need to get this outta me
When I'm in the lab workin', you out here smokin' weed
You smokin' out your brains, then you proceed to judge me
Judge me, not love me, or even show respect
No respect to the one who 'gon be makin' all the checks
But all of it is fine, you gon' wanna hit my line
And when I decline, you gon' wish I called you mine
You gonna run back, look at all my wealth!
When I say "I'm gonna make it!"
"Check his mental health!"
I don't even have to, but I'll prove you all wrong
You ask me how I've been?
I'll send you this song
"TT, what if all your talkin' was for nothing?"
Well, then at least I turned nothing into something
"Travis, what if you don't ever make it?"
Well, I will, and if there's one shot, then Ima take it