Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less travelled by And that has made all the difference
I'm not the man you expect me to be I'm not the man that smokes the most amount of weed I'm not the man who's always hanging with a bitch I'm not the man who's got five damn kids I'm not Mac Miller and I'm not Asher Roth I'm not Eminem I'm not Aesop Rock I'm not jaded and I'm not full of myself I'm not perfect and I'm not in need of help I'm not apposed to going out at night I'm not the one to instigate the party I'm not the guy who's getting hammered in the back I'm not the guy who's always tryna get naughty I'm not the guy the ladies talked about until now I'm not the guy who's always switching up his style I'm not the guy who sold his soul for a record deal And I'm not comfortable with letting you know how I feel
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And I don't need your expectations I'm a do just what I do If you keep talking shit I might have to Write this song If you wanna call me something Label me whatever you want I know when I get home to my mirror I know what I'm notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
