It's like I can't do a song without somebody
Saying I'm a bum for one reason or other, like I'm dumb
Like I'm f*cking unaware of my shortcomings
A keyboard warriors got nothing but forces something
Some people say that I got white flow, "right bro!"
Other people say that I can write dope, "nice yo"
I got no idea where I fit in, no light bulb
I don't know bout feeding the trends, but I'm aight though, psych, no
I stay inking the same sick and deranged image
The pace quickens, the page thickens, arrange writtens
Hit play, spit and display penmanship, phrases and
Parade predicates, eight said in the same sentence
My whole life is a deep cut and I'm bleeding out
Hear me out, people perceive nothing, believe me now
Guess I'm a freak cuz we can't f*cking agree how
To speak or how to be, I'm a beast, f*ck it, a free sound
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It's like I can't do a song without somebody
Saying I'm a bum for one reason or other, like I'm dumb
Like I'm f*cking unaware of my shortcomings
A keyboard warriors got nothing but forces something
Some people say that I got white flow, "right bro!"
Other people say that I can write dope, "nice yo"
I got no idea where I fit in, no light bulb
I don't know bout feeding the trends, but I'm aight though, psych, no
I stay inking the same sick and deranged image
The pace quickens, the page thickens, arrange writtens
Hit play, spit and display penmanship, phrases and
Parade predicates, eight said in the same sentence
My whole life is a deep cut and I'm bleeding out
Hear me out, people perceive nothing, believe me now
Guess I'm a freak cuz we can't f*cking agree how
To speak or how to be, I'm a beast, f*ck it, a free sound
Saying I'm a bum for one reason or other, like I'm dumb
Like I'm f*cking unaware of my shortcomings
A keyboard warriors got nothing but forces something
Some people say that I got white flow, "right bro!"
Other people say that I can write dope, "nice yo"
I got no idea where I fit in, no light bulb
I don't know bout feeding the trends, but I'm aight though, psych, no
I stay inking the same sick and deranged image
The pace quickens, the page thickens, arrange writtens
Hit play, spit and display penmanship, phrases and
Parade predicates, eight said in the same sentence
My whole life is a deep cut and I'm bleeding out
Hear me out, people perceive nothing, believe me now
Guess I'm a freak cuz we can't f*cking agree how
To speak or how to be, I'm a beast, f*ck it, a free sound
Writer: Sauce Is Matisse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid