Everybody's trying to figure me out

Everybody's tryna figure me out
And that's all alright
My top's down and I'm losing ground
Ooh, and that's alright
I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby
And I can't feel my lungs

Oh, my God
I feel like I might live inside of everyone's thoughts
I wish I could slow the tape down to the point where everything stops
Everybody's tryna figure me out now
And I don't know why
There are things I've done I can't deny
They might have saved my life (ah-ah)
Everybody's got their own decisions
And I know that I got mine

And I'll be fine (fine)
Yeah, I'll be fine (fine)
Yeah, I'll be fine

Smoked out, bought a pack of lights
Ooh, and I ain't done
I built a jacked-up time machine to prove I was right
Ooh, and clean it up

Renters' rights, squatters' rights
I'll be the gatekeeper for the rest of my life
I don't want your charity
Spend the night in the cold if it keeps me free
Everybody's got a bed they're sleeping in
And I know that I've made mine

And that's alright (right)
Yeah, that's alright (right)
Yeah, that's alright
And that's alright

You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you're not gonna die)
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you're not gonna die)
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you're not gonna die)
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you're not gonna die)

Everybody's tryna figure me out (hold on)
You think you're gonna die
Everybody's tryna figure me out (it ain't over)
You think you're gonna die
Everybody's think they figured me out (hold on)
And that's alright (it ain't over)
(You think you're gonna die)
Yeah, that's alright