"Can't Call It" lyrics

Uh, living in a generation
Where only commas get an exclamation
Tryna keep my mental patient, I'm a mental patient though I ain't hesitating
No, wish I would though
Yeah, feeling hurt
I don't know the origin, that be the worst
Let's just keep on pouring see who'll feel it first
That's how whiskey and relationships and feelings work

I know how I feel (yeah)
That ain't who I am (no)
I've been looking back (yeah)
Tryna understand (yeah)
I wish I could cry (yeah)
But y'all made me a man (yeah)
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
Therapist say I got trauma
Manages say I need commas
I just really think I need solace
Some days wish I ain't make all these promises
I go for drinks every night that I don't want, at what point am I an alcoholic?
Say what you all want but my whole childhood, bitch I was a target, and I can't call it, yeah

When I was 11 got robbed, now my man's pops
Since then I knew I was alone, at the end of the day
Knew it's only me and I couldn't truly count on shit, that's real
Got a girl I'm so in love with, but I'm afraid to be her everything
Guess that's why I always joke about wedding rings, 'cause I'm afraid I'm unlovable in the long run
Broken clocks are right twice a day, so twice a day I feel present
Looking for love amongst likes and faves, tell me how I'm supposed to find friendship?
I'ma stop giving my two cents no matter what, they go with consensus
I just want someone to say: "I see you" and mean it, is that too intensive?
I ain't paid rent to my mind in a long time
I think it's time to go offline
I've been having a hard time
(I ain't got no metaphor there, that's just real shit)
People saying right things at the wrong time
At least I want be better than I was
I used to think like: "I better be discussed"
Now I want just be, I ain't settling for buzz

I know how I feel (yeah)
That ain't who I am (no)
I've been looking back (yeah)
Tryna understand (yeah)
I wish I could cry (yeah)
But y'all made me a man (yeah)
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
Therapists say I got trauma, managers say I need commas
I just really think I need solace
Some days wish I ain't make all these promises
I go for drinks every night that I don't want, at what point am I an alcoholic?
Say what you all want but my whole childhood, bitch I was a target, and I can't call it, yeah