| Insecurities and anxiety
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| Kept internally, trapped inside of me
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| And I really just don’t know why it don’t show
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| On the surface, I’m so imperfect, dealing with the
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| Insecurity and anxiety
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| Kept internally and trapped inside of me
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| Even if I keep it to myself better never let it show
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| On the surface, I’m imperfect
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| Tryna learn to embrace all my imperfections
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| But the voices in my head got me waking up sweatin'
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| Alprazolam, point five milligrams in my hand when I’m stressin'
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| But self medication isn’t helpin', second guessing while I’m dealing with
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| depression
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| Pills to wake up, pills to go to sleep
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| Habitually, continuously
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| Chemically imbalanced lookin' in the mirror like this isn’t me
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| And I’m left to wonder who the fuck I am
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| And my listeners been witness as I try to find myself and trust I can
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| And that’s why I’ll always love my fans
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| Without y’all I’d be off the deep end, every other weekend
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| But this game is like the coliseum, you’ll get taken out the moment that you
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| weaken
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| People comin' for my neck, like they Boba Fett, and I got a bounty on my head
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| Givin' me insomnia but when I’m sleepin' all these demons’ll surround me in my
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| bed
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| Now I’m feelin' like there’s really no escape
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| I used to go and roll a J
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| But even that don’t work anymore, they just never seem to go away
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| Need some novocaine to control the pain
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| And now these mother fuckers know the name
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| I thought that’d make it better but it’s worse, maybe it’s too late to ever
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| hope for change
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| So I’m sayin'.
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| Insecurities and anxiety
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| Kept internally, trapped inside of me
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| And I really just don’t know why it don’t show
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| On the surface, I’m so imperfect, dealing with the
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| Insecurity and anxiety
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| Kept internally and trapped inside of me
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| Even if I keep it to myself better never let it show
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| On the surface, I’m imperfect
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| I’ve always been too nice and too trusting
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| And time after time that approach left me with nothing
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| But some drug problems and a lot of debt
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| Feel the noose gettin' tighter on my neck
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| Try to tell myself that I ain’t stoppin' yet
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| But it’s gettin' harder tryna calm the stress
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| I got turned down as a youngster, by every girl I ever liked in class
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| It’s prolly why I talk about the chicks I’m (beep) now when I write my raps
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| Like some sort of validation of a mechanism of defense
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| Like I’m not depressed, yea I’m havin' sex
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| But I’m still alone, and I’m still a mess
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| Chain smokin' cigarettes by the light post
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| Cherry glowin' usin' that to light mo'
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| Breathin' in the chemicals and hold it, whiskey got me loaded, damn I need a
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| life coach
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| I’m a nice guy, people take advantage of me and my money then they step out
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| Leave me left out, full of self doubt
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| Life line’s got a low thread count
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| And after all the years of being taunted
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| Hated on, not bein' wanted
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| Bein' thought of, in the wrong light
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| Now I’m feelin' like I’m bein' haunted
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| By these demons, I try to leave em
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| But it’s like I’m swimmin' in Epoxy, they always stop me
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| Try to keep my head above it but the waves are gettin' choppy
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| Insecurities and anxiety
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| Kept internally, trapped inside of me
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| And I really just don’t know why it don’t show
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| On the surface, I’m so imperfect, dealing with the
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| Insecurity and anxiety
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| Kept internally and trapped inside of me
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| Even if I keep it to myself better never let it show
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| On the surface, I’m imperfect |