Crisis
Cal Scruby Lyrics


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I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn

Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
No one like us 'cause there's
No one like us no, we not gon' dap you
Not even before the virus
Got my phone on silent
No more talkin' to thots
I keep runnin' up the score
You keep watchin' the clock
Got some money off a tour
I keep that locked in a box
I don't know how much is in there
But I know it's a lot
I don't trust the government so I
Don't fuck with the cops
I been on some other shit
And you've been stuck in the spot
Only see my brother, shit
He know that shit 'bout to pop
If I don't know you bitch
I don't care if you like it or not
I might die by the game
'least I live by a code
Play the hand that I got
Bet the pot and you fold
You got everything you want except
The soul that you sold
Oh my God he ice cold, yeah
My heart à la mode, ayy

I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn

ID crisis, why am I like this?
I don't know they got us
On my drivers license
If I flipped the description
I fit the disguises
Hey whatchu hiding with that
Profile on private? Look, red in my iris
Read our flights off the mileage
Know my tea not designer
But my coffee is Irish
I got bags under my eyelids
I'm not tryna be stylish
I want that Tesla just so
I could drink and drive, autopilot
This whole industry grimy
Everyday they remind me
You gotta sell-out to sell out but
You can't get nothing by me
I think the devil inside me
Praise the Allah almighty
Maybe God is just a kid from the '90s, hmm
Ayy

I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse




Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn

Overall Meaning

In Cal Scruby's song "Crisis," the lyrics delve into themes of identity, deep introspection, and the struggles of modern life. The repeated statement of being unsure of one's identity while under the influence of Vyvanse, a prescription medication often used to treat ADHD, highlights a sense of disconnection and confusion. The line "Look how dirty my hands" could be interpreted as a metaphorical representation of the singer's tainted actions or past, suggesting a lack of purity or cleanliness in their life.


The chorus speaks to an existential crisis and the struggle to understand the meaning of life. The singer appears to be wrestling with their own indecisiveness and reliance on vices to cope with the complexities of existence. The line "No one like us 'cause there's no one like us" reflects a feeling of alienation or isolation, perhaps stemming from a sense of being misunderstood or different from those around them.


The verses touch on various topics, from distrust in authority figures like the government and police to the pursuit of success in the music industry. The lyrics suggest a rebellious nature, with references to disregarding societal norms and prioritizing personal connections over superficial relationships. The mention of a brother who understands the singer's ambitions implies a support system and a sense of loyalty.


Overall, "Crisis" offers a glimpse into the inner turmoil and complexities of the singer's life, showcasing their ongoing struggle to define themselves and find their place in the world.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
I feel a sense of confusion and uncertainty about my identity while under the influence of Vyvanse medication.


Look how dirty my hands
I can see the evidence of my mistakes and questionable actions reflected in the condition of my hands.


I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, yeah
I am overwhelmed by the uncertainty of my self-identity, expressing frustration and disbelief.


Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I am experiencing a deep existential dilemma, struggling to comprehend the true meaning and purpose of life.


I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
My inability to make decisions leaves me constantly resorting to various unhealthy habits as a means of escape or fulfillment.


No one like us 'cause there's
We are unique and distinct individuals due to our unconventional way of thinking and lifestyle.


No one like us no, we not gon' dap you
We refuse to embrace societal norms and conform to the expectations of others, therefore rejecting social gestures such as handshakes.


Not even before the virus
Even prior to the current state of the world affected by the virus, we already distanced ourselves from conventional interactions.


Got my phone on silent
I choose to keep my phone on silent, symbolizing my desire for solitude and disconnection from the constant noise of communication.


No more talkin' to thots
I have decided to end casual conversations or relationships with promiscuous individuals, opting for a more focused and sincere connection.


I keep runnin' up the score
I continuously strive for success and achievements, consistently surpassing previous accomplishments.


You keep watchin' the clock
While I am actively pursuing my goals, you remain stagnant, merely observing the passing of time.


Got some money off a tour
I have earned a significant amount of money through a concert tour or performance.


I keep that locked in a box
I securely safeguard my earnings by storing them in a locked container or account, ensuring their protection.


I don't know how much is in there
I am uncertain of the precise amount of money stored within the locked box.


But I know it's a lot
Despite my lack of certainty regarding the exact amount, I am confident that it is a substantial sum.


I don't trust the government so I
Due to my lack of faith in the government, I choose not to place my confidence in their actions or intentions.


Don't fuck with the cops
I avoid engaging or associating myself with law enforcement officers or their operations.


I been on some other shit
My mindset, behavior, or interests have deviated from the normal or expected, becoming unconventional or eccentric.


And you've been stuck in the spot
While I have been progressing and exploring new avenues, you have remained stagnant and confined to your current situation.


Only see my brother, shit
The only person I truly trust and rely on is my brother, as he understands my circumstances and future prospects.


He know that shit 'bout to pop
My brother recognizes and anticipates the imminent success and potential breakthrough that awaits me.


If I don't know you bitch
If I am not familiar or acquainted with you, I do not concern myself with your opinions or reactions.


I don't care if you like it or not
Regardless of whether you approve or disapprove, your approval does not affect or sway my decisions or actions.


I might die by the game
I understand that the risks and dangers associated with my chosen path or lifestyle might result in my ultimate demise.


'least I live by a code
However, I find solace in the fact that I adhere to a personal set of principles and values, providing a sense of purpose and integrity.


Play the hand that I got
I accept and make the most of the circumstances and opportunities that have been presented to me, without complaining or seeking a different hand.


Bet the pot and you fold
I am willing to take risks and invest significant effort or resources, while others easily give up or retreat from challenges.


You got everything you want except
Even though you possess all the material possessions or achievements you desire, there is still a void or lack within you.


The soul that you sold
You have compromised your morality or integrity in exchange for worldly gains or success, leaving a spiritual emptiness.


Oh my God he ice cold, yeah
He is incredibly cool, composed, and emotionally detached, displaying a level of indifference or aloofness.


My heart à la mode, ayy
My emotions are numbed or chilled, as if served in a fashionable and trendy manner like ice cream à la mode.


ID crisis, why am I like this?
I am grappling with an identity crisis, questioning why I possess these particular characteristics or inclinations.


I don't know they got us
I am unaware of how society or external influences have shaped or controlled our behavior and perspectives.


On my drivers license
The information recorded on my driver's license serves as a symbol of the identity constraints imposed upon me.


If I flipped the description
If I were to alter or modify the details of my personal profile or description, shifting away from societal expectations.


I fit the disguises
I would be better able to conform or adapt to various roles or personas, effectively concealing my true self.


Hey whatchu hiding with that
I am curious about what secrets or concealed aspects of your identity you are keeping hidden behind your disguise or façade.


Profile on private? Look, red in my iris
If you have set your online profile to private, it is futile because I can still perceive and detect the true essence or intentions beneath your outward presentation.


Read our flights off the mileage
By examining the extent of our experiences and journeys, one can gain insight into who we truly are as individuals.


Know my tea not designer
My personal secrets or intimate details are not fancy or exclusive, devoid of expensive embellishments or labels.


But my coffee is Irish
While my personal life may lack sophistication, my coffee is prepared in the Irish fashion, possibly referring to adding alcohol, suggesting a more exciting or indulgent aspect.


I got bags under my eyelids
The visible signs of exhaustion, stress, or sleep deprivation are evident with the presence of undereye bags.


I'm not tryna be stylish
I am not concerned with conforming to fashionable trends or appearances, prioritizing comfort or practicality over style.


I want that Tesla just so
My desire for owning a Tesla car is solely driven by the fact that I can enjoy the luxury of drinking and driving while utilizing the vehicle's autopilot feature.


I could drink and drive, autopilot
The autopilot functionality of the Tesla car allows me to consume alcoholic beverages while the vehicle takes control of navigation and driving.


This whole industry grimy
The music industry, as a whole, is characterized by deceitfulness, immorality, or unethical practices.


Everyday they remind me
On a daily basis, I am subjected to reminders or instances that reinforce the shady or untrustworthy nature of the industry.


You gotta sell-out to sell out but
In order to achieve widespread commercial success, it is often necessary to compromise one's artistic integrity and conform to popular demands and trends.


You can't get nothing by me
I astutely recognize and discern the true intentions or manipulations, preventing others from deceiving or taking advantage of me.


I think the devil inside me
I believe there is an evil or corruptive force dwelling within me, influencing my thoughts and actions in negative ways.


Praise the Allah almighty
I acknowledge and worship the supreme power of Allah, expressing reverence and gratitude for their existence and guidance.


Maybe God is just a kid from the '90s, hmm
Perhaps God, a divine entity, takes the form of a person who grew up during the 1990s, suggesting a relatability to the struggles and experiences of that era.


I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Under the influence of Vyvanse medication, I am deeply uncertain and conflicted about my true identity.


Look how dirty my hands
The visible dirtiness or sins on my hands represent the consequences of my actions and the immoral choices I have made.


I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
Expressing frustration and desperation, I emphasize my inability to clearly define or understand my own identity.




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