Who. Video (MV)

Look at the bags
Under my eyes
I don't get sleep
But I don't feel tired
If you sit down
And look all inside, well
What do you see
We all see different things
You might see me glistening
Your friend might see a bastard
And her boyfriend thinks I'm sickening
But tell me, what's that really mean
You judgement verses theirs
I see you haven't been yourself, huh
Climbing up their stairs
Now, tell me
Who are you? What is your favorite color
Tell me about that and your favorite number
Put them together, what do they compose
Composes your mindset without the summer
Without your friends
Who are you, without them
They make your life
Hella easy
Smoking weed, and you feel uneasy
Now they turn around, do their own shit
And you're back there, crying like the ocean
Well that's how the waves go, baby
You rode them while knowing that notion
And Mama, I know you feel broken
But it's not the end of the rode yet
You gonna work on yourself 'til you're golden
And start on your wave, your own shit
Be yourself