[Verse 1] Real life in every sentence, lyrics so pensive I wanna weave a narrative instead I'll just pen this Tryna figure out exactly how to find a balance Is a challenge so I'm clinging to this makeshit balast The callouses under knuckles, the feathers keep gettin' ruffled The wrinkles upon the forehead are proof of everyday struggle Everybody has got em' not saying that I am special But i won't bow down when this frown is my expression Bucklin' under pressure is somethin' i can't attest to I'm workin with what I got, they want answers from little test tubes Hollerin' at depression, bi-polar is what my flow is If you listen to my music then homey you might know this
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[Verse 2] Tryin' to make dope shit when you feelin' hopeless (double when) Is kinda like- NOT- letting go of that rope swing It's gonna end poorly, corny, and ornery You try to fight the feeling that's revealed inside your voice But emotions cause a stutter throat's tighter than a rubber You wanna do something different you sensitive little fucker Looking for brain candy, gleemonex would be handy But the kids ain't in the hall, there in the stall drinkin' brandy And you didn't catch an invite, overdeveloped insight You overthink the overtones and wish that you were in tight But you ain't, and you can't manufacture their acceptence So FUCK IT you little weirdo- GO AHEAD AND BE YOURSELF
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[Verse 3] When you put some truth in your lyrics some call that gay Ignorant motherfuckers I call that pain Yapping off at the mouth about some feminine traits You the jealous one fella can't be who you ain't And don't stick me in a genre Hip hop is good and that's the mothafuckin mantra Feelin like a kid I'm with my cousin playing contra And he knew how to get the extra guns so it was bonkers Shit man it was bonkersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
