| Control, Alt, Delete |
| All of these things, I’m too God damn scared to tell you |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| These feelings in me, only you know the shit I’ve been through |
| Eight hours of watching my mother down bottles of Jack |
| I thought nothing of it when she drove us all to the park |
| At twelve I was losing my friends that I never got back |
| Now they hit me up and say Riz I knew you’d go far |
| Fuck you |
| I don’t have shit |
| I have a little money now that I spend |
| I have one hundred girls on a list that don’t even know my real name |
| Dang |
| Trying to be loyal, but I have a show in Atlanta, and Anna says she’s coming |
| through |
| Got a friend, call her Hannah, whatever, don’t matter, cause after one glass |
| and I’m through |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| All of these things, I’m too God damn scared to tell you |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| These feelings in me, only you know the shit I’ve been through |
| At fifteen I’m down in the dust where my doctor prescribed |
| I thought nothing of it when I drank it down with my milk |
| At twenty I’m writing a song about wanting to die (Cheers) |
| Now I can’t get out of bed without taking a pill |
| What’s new? |
| I don’t have shit |
| I have a little buzz in town where I live |
| I have one hundred girls on the list, that have a city next to their name |
| Trying to be humble, but I have a show in L.A. and some models are giving it up |
| I’m sorry I’m shitty, I’m just in the city, tonight, in the morning, |
| I’m done (Dun-dun) |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| All of these things, I’m too God damn scared to tell you |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| These feelings in me, only you know the shit I’ve been through |
| Pipe it out, write it down |
| I can’t seem to talk about you (about you) |
| Lights are out, lying down |
| Thinking about my life without you (without you) |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| All of these things, I’m too God damn scared to tell you |
| Control, Alt, Delete |
| These feelings in me, only you know the shit I’ve been through |