[Verse 1]
Used to cry ’bout some crazy s**t before
I used to feel so obligated to be so much more
I used to let some people tell me how to live and what to be
But if I can’t be me, the f***’s the point?
No
[Verse 2]
Now I laugh about the things that used to be important to me
Used to have a hold on me (Used to have a hold on me)
Like what do you think, and what he thinks, and what they think
But I love me, yeah-yeah