Everybody's trying to figure me out

Everybody's tryna figure me out
Oh, and that's alright
My top's down and I'm losing ground
Oh, and that's alright
I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby
And I can't feel my lungs
But 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
Everybody's got their own decisions
And I know that I've 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
Oh, and I ain't done
I built a jacked-up time machine to prove I was right
Oh, 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 a 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 think you're gonna die)
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (you think you're gonna die)
(Hold on) everybody's tryna figure me out
You think you're gonna die
(It ain't over) everybody's tryna figure me out
You think you're gonna die
(Hold on) everybody thinks they've figured me out
And that's alright (it ain't over)
(You think you're gonna die)
Yeah, that's alright