I'm not mad at God, I just can't get out of bed
Five lyrics, no interviews: Logout, Grey, Calligraphy, Fighter and Stop That. Fame, wisdom and money are the themes, on 2 lines each. The mood is honest rather than triumphant: "I'm not mad at God" and still can't get out of bed, everybody insecure, especially people with everything, compliments that make it harder to love yourself, and the observation that everybody wants to be seen while nobody wants to be quiet or great.
It's harder to love myself when all these people compliment me
Somehow it just remind me what I don't got
Don't nobody want to be great
Everybody want to be seen
And nobody want to be quiet
Everybody insecure, especially people with everything
Why else you think they got everything?
We talking 'bout generational wealth
The pressure I built for myself