at 8 years old

Lyrics

[Intro] (Eight-eight-eight-eight) (Telemedicine) [Chorus] I wasn't worried 'bout nothin' at eight years old Now I'm on my hands and knees beggin' to be sold It's no longer a, "Who for?," it's, "When will I fold?" I know I'm a mess, I don't need to be told [Verse] I'm under heaps of pressure that aren't gettin' better My allergies flare up due to weather The pile hasn't gotten shorter in months But at least I'm looking super— (Cut!) I act like I don't give a damn But I'm breaking down even if I don't look like I am You'rе lucky my eyes wander to you whеn I'm in a slam You're lucky you're the one I call my man You're lucky that I act like a fan You're lucky, let's just leave it at that And I don't expect you to snap back But could you act like you give a rat's ass? Did I fall for a half-year death trap? [Chorus] I wasn't worried 'bout nothin' at eight years old Now I'm on my hands and knees beggin' to be sold It's no longer a, "Who for?," it's, "When will I fold?" I know I'm a mess, I don't need to be told [Outro] How can you be so stoic? How can you be so nonchalant? I'm the only one who knows it But you're the only one I want