Intro 2

(Yeah) I'm back, did anyone miss me?
They say the second record can be tricky
Well, that's kinda funny 'cause I am not trippin'
My fans, they know what it is and they with me
Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi
I came from a town with three lights, ain't no city
Out there doing shows for nothing but pennies
When I leave the stage, they never forget me
'Mansion' was a glimpse of my life
I let you see what it's like to be in my head
People ask me what I think
I think I'd be doin' if it wasn't music
I'd rather be dead, ugh!!
You heard what I said
That was like me at a 3, you don’t want to see me at 10
Or maybe you do
I promise if that is the case, then that is what y'all gonna get
If you're lookin' for music with watered down lyrics
I promise that you need to go somewhere else
And if you want somebody to tell you everything that you wanna hear, I won't be any help
This flow is familiar', I think I heard it before
Oh, yeah, I made it myself!
I left the door open to come in my mansion, but I never said it's a beautiful house
Some of ya'll sat on the porch, looked at my windows and stared at my door
They ask me if I'm going to kill it this record
I laugh in their face and I ask 'em: Do you see the blood on the floor?
He's at it again, NF is crazy he's bad for the kids
He never talks about nothing, but him
And my friends say: He's kind of a diva
Well, you need to get some new friends
I'm as chill as it gets
Till I get on the stage and flip on the switch
And I go to a place where nobody is
If you bring up my name in a song, that's something that you will regret
I learned a lot in a year
I remember the shows when no one was there
I remember the shows when nobody cared
Ten people in front of me laughing like: He isn't going nowhere
That's funny now, isn't it?
This type of life isn't how I envisioned it
This type of life, it just ain't how I pictured it
I'm in the back of the tour bus, trying to FaceTime my family
It's different, than what you think it is
Write a review, tell me what you think of this
Give me three stars and call me an idiot
But to be honest, it don't make a difference
I know some people don't get it
But you have now entered a Therapy Session
If you don't like music that's personal, I have no clue what you people are doing here
Might as well throw out the record, or pull up a chair
I talk to my music like nobody's there
Only person I judge is the one in the mirror
And lately, he ain't doing well–I don't need ya'll in my ear
I'm tired of hearing it
You call it music, I call her my therapist
She keeps on tellin' me I have been carrying way too much baggage, I need to take care of it
I know she's right, but man it’s embarrassin'
Music has raised me more than my parent did
Take out a picture of us and I stare at it
Who am I kiddin'? You probably ain't hearing this
Show me an artist you want to compare me with
You put us both on a track, I'ma bury 'em
Give me the shovel, it’s 'bout to get scarier
None of you want it with rap, who you starin' at?
I see you got beats, but where is the lyrics at?
NF is the logo, you know I been wearin' that
Don't come to my show and be sittin', that's very bad
I call you out in the crowd like: There he is!
I thought I’d be happy. It feels like I'm cursed
It's hard to be clean when you play in the dirt
You gave me this place to go when I'm hurtin'
I thought it'd get better, but it's getting worse
And I got nobody to blame when I work, like 24/7
I ain't been to church, and Satan keep callin' me, he tryin' to flirt
I hang up the phone, these are more than just words
I drive on the highway and listen to Mansion
I look up to God like: When did this happen?
Yelling with all of my fans to wake up
But feel like I haven't
I get emotional, I didn't plan this
I'm doing things I never imagined
I'm sorry but I gotta leave
I don't wanna be late for my therapy session, argh!