Left to my own devices, yeah, I'm on my own, man Talk to Jesus Christ when I feel alone Busy going insane, scratching at styrofoam I wanna hear a noise, don't care if it's through my headphones Yeah, it's cool, you think I'm bulletproof Take a shot to the chest, one, maybe two Kick me when I'm down, right, waiting for the hound bite "Man, your voice don't sound good" Yeah, that sounds about right Because I don't really care what you think or what the others think Rapping on my own track, I don't need a kitchen sink (Ooh) Listen, think for a minute while I go to chorus First song on the project, can't stoop to four chords
Purpose over money, ain't it funny? (Yeah) I just wanna feel alive (Live, live, live) And I don't really care if it's a vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
On and on, I'm just singing along Gonna go and live to die 'cause my life, it ain't long, yeah Tell my mom that I'll end up in heaven 'Cause I never thought I need suppression But these synths are murder weapons
Second-guessing my direction, I don't need to soul search I've been pressed with all these sessions, banking on a growth spurt (Doo-doo-doo) Maybe I need to go first, you shoulda' had my coat searched 'Cause I've been packing heat, been discrete, "Younger brother, go search" My music, you can hate it, I'm making beats in a basement I can just yell upstairs: "Look, momma, we made it!" 'Cause look, momma, this cadence just shook my inspiration Never thought being vulnerable would be intimidating
Purpose over money, ain't it funny? I just wanna feel alive
Hey, hey Hey, it's soft as drywall It's soft as drywall It's soft as drywallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
