How can you call yourself a friend When you’re jumping on a trend And even when I try to defend You still try and now recommend That I was being super ruthless I’m flying high like my name is toothless I’m in my zone, leave me be I’m higher now, let them see That all the bullshit you’ve fed me Has been turned into rhymes It’s my time, I hear the clock chimes I’m now wasting time spitting lines Past and the present, what’s a future When your cut is healed by my suture And now I’m always up ‘fore the rooster Im taking the W but still the loser And i never wanted to lose ya But I ended up losing myself Put my pain on a sale shelf And pretend I’m now better Well sorry, but I’m now fed up And all this has now led up To a point where pain meets track Where the pain was I now lack The willpower to go on, so be it Release the pain, so I free it But I’ve lost a bit of me, that’s true And now I’ve got all this anger for you I’m now lustful for revenge I’m now breaking my amends Can’t buy a house or a Benz But I still can’t make friends And they say it’s my fault Take the songs out the vault Release a new single, no hits I don’t get into fights, no hits I release a new song so quick Then regret it but say it’s great And I’m delaying my own fate Knowing I’ll never make it I’m sorry but I can’t fake it Make 1 pound, well I’ll take it But lose it in the process Now wasting all this progress All my grades now mean nothing But it isn’t worth stopping Get the new track for dropping You ain’t in my picture, I’m cropping I’m out of my league, I’m foreign And I need to go do touring I’m never up in the morning I spend all night making music But even this all makes me lose it Releasing anger as a vessel I’m boiling up like a kettle I wear my skin like it’s metal But I’m more made of paper I’m not a criminal, but a taker And you’re not a fan, a faker I’m just a musical maker Trying to change the game When I’m stuck in my own lane Pretending I own these styles When I won’t even go miles Everything seems so visceral I’m always so miserable But Pain is now visual But I’m still so invisible But I feel so invincible That’s really so typical My pain is now so lyrical I had to put up with this ridicule Now they’re all so proud of me Now they all stand around of me I’m lost, but don’t wanna be found you see The only pain was grounding me Now the pain is having any emotion But I have all this devotion To my music, it’s all so true And I wanna change the view Around my music and synical But I’m still so cynical Of being able to make it I won’t make it I can’t make it
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