[Verse 1 Nick Grace] Mil town royal ima jack until the after life Truth is Im the same as every other shitty rapper Im laying trash vocals over 808s just play another banger Coming in too hot for the hangar Gained a reputation as the one who never gave up Truthfully I killed off every part of me that gave fuck Chasing after anything thats close to a spot light Loneliness is all I got and Ima drop right Out of this college shit give a fuck about a scholarship Stare into this screen until my fuckin eyes out I doubt youll ever find another quite like me Same way I doubt that these fuck boys will fight me Same way I dont see anyone thats on my level Had to wade through hell just to speak to the devil Didnt sell my soul though cuz he aint wanna give enough I could care less about the cars clothes and living up All I really want is some god damn acceptance Not to mention radio to spin my fuckin record A little love too if she ever comes to find me But Im locked in the lab so thats highly unlikely Say what you want about me, most of it is probably true Just understand I am too belligerent to follow you Ill pave my own way even while Im loosing it Even if I dont know the direction I am moving in Staring off the roof through the bottom of a bottle Everybody tells me my behavior is a problem Im just tryna make life a tiny bit better But Im actually the opposite of having shit together Momma was a Christian, god never answered me Switched my tactics up from praying nightly to apathy Guess thats why I dont sleep lately Up for four days or a whole week maybe My mind aint ready for another fucking nightmare Cuz when my eyes shut them demons dont fight fair So heres to insomniacs, self diagnosed hypochondriacs And all the other psychopaths I roll with Hopeless mother fucker mind in a dismal state Bout to go ignant let the mother fuckin pistol spray They took my food stamps aint shit on my dinner plate Getting so damn high that my whole soul sits in space [Verse 2 Dahm] Look Ive run myself ragged Im the one they call bitch hoe and faggot Before we get the pity party started fuck your sympathy Im simply seething sick of being passive Sick of acting like I care I feed off drama but god its hard to prepare For these strangers aiming for favors confessing failure and anger Like Ill be their fucking savior no air for me heres a secret for you Im no messiah no higher power no lion or lamb a friar or friend of any dependable quality Put the Hype in hypocrisy, bout as nice as lobotomies Ought to be thought of as one indifferent to all your gossiping I aint taking care of my shit I can barely roll out of bed in the AM to piss And then I grab my fucking phone and scroll through all my other messages Im desperate for any attention that I can get I wanna go home, but I dont know where it is Im tryna gain hope, but I need to rest for a bit I kinda want a clone so I can strangle him Stopped stagnant, kinda damaged People dangling dreams and jangling keys I panic at these I need to rule the damn planet Cant plan it God is a thankless job And lately I aint prone to think a lot This aint a block its a campus Im staying on I entertained the thought of slanging pot And I aint here to paint a pretty picture Pay the piper for popping people I couldnt live it Ill admit it Im the opposite Waka Flocka The antiMachiavelli, the friggin brother of pigeons Its a long way home I could tell you that Its a long way ahead true Im trying not to let it set me back The fact its in my head too
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