This is a song about "Worse feeling"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Feeling tired, feeling colder

Ignorance is much worse than homicide

Now move back over here to the right

Adabo to my haters

Without you even worse

Fuck fame, fuck money

You feeling? who feeling me?

Part of me though, is searching for answers

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

If i sent my dad letters

Not worth squirming you'll just make it worse

I hurt people worse and worse

Strumming my pain with his fingers

And i don't know whats worse

This one's for the lovers