作曲 : Rodarius Green/Thomas Horton/Sam Smith/Mikkel Eriksen/Tor Hermansen/James Napier

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

Every day, I'm trying not to hate myself

Tryin' not to—, I’m trying, not to—, you know, hate, hate what I been through changed me, know what I’m sayin’?

(Colorado run for mil)

(Trill got the juice, nigga)

Look, look (And it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart)

[Verse: Rod Wave]

I got stabbed in my back and crossed so many times

I don't know who to trust, think everybody lyin' (Lyin’)

I be finna give up, 'cause I'm so tired of tryin' (Tryin’)

Crawled under a rock, and isolate my mind (Mind)

I don't want no broke friends 'cause I'm larger than a bitch (Larger)

Don't want no rap friends, 'cause they be flawed, and a bitch

My old friends changing, seen it in HD (In HD)

If you a fake-flawed **** nigga then what that make me, huh? (Make me)

'Cause I was cool with you nigga

Broke in houses, skipped school with you nigga

Stood on the block and broke the rules with you nigga

The whole time you was foolin' me nigga (Foolin’ me now)

Who would've knew the price we paid for platinum plaques

This fortune and this fame got strings attached (Strings attached)

People get to actin' weird when fame attached (Fame attached)

Come around and live they life with my name attached (Oh-woah-oh)

[Chorus: Rod Wave]

I said, “Girl, where you going?” (Where you going love?)

“You can't stay a little while longer?” (Why you going love?)

The real from the fake and the fake from the flawed (And the fake—)

Gettin' harder to tell them apart (Apart)

And it breaks my heart, (My heart), and it breaks my heart (It really breaks my heart)

And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (It really breaks my heart)

You really broke my heart, I—, why you break my heart? (Why you break my heart?)

Break my heart, and you broke my heart, and it breaks my heart (Break my heart)

[Outro: Rod Wave]

Yeah-yeah

What's up fam', that’s how you feel family? (Oh-woah)

Real from the fake, and the fake from the flawed, harder to tell them apart (Ay, the world gon’ hear this)

And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (Ay, can you hear me? Is this shit going?, Is this mic on?)

Nigga real is rare, just know

[Sample Outro: Sam Smith]

Every day, I'm trying not to hate myself