Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imperfect, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Webster's Laboratory II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Imperfect |
Insecurities and anxiety |
Kept internally, trapped inside of me |
And I really just don’t know why it don’t show |
On the surface, I’m so imperfect, dealing with the |
Insecurity and anxiety |
Kept internally and trapped inside of me |
Even if I keep it to myself better never let it show |
On the surface, I’m imperfect |
Tryna learn to embrace all my imperfections |
But the voices in my head got me waking up sweatin' |
Alprazolam, point five milligrams in my hand when I’m stressin' |
But self medication isn’t helpin', second guessing while I’m dealing with |
depression |
Pills to wake up, pills to go to sleep |
Habitually, continuously |
Chemically imbalanced lookin' in the mirror like this isn’t me |
And I’m left to wonder who the fuck I am |
And my listeners been witness as I try to find myself and trust I can |
And that’s why I’ll always love my fans |
Without y’all I’d be off the deep end, every other weekend |
But this game is like the coliseum, you’ll get taken out the moment that you |
weaken |
People comin' for my neck, like they Boba Fett, and I got a bounty on my head |
Givin' me insomnia but when I’m sleepin' all these demons’ll surround me in my |
bed |
Now I’m feelin' like there’s really no escape |
I used to go and roll a J |
But even that don’t work anymore, they just never seem to go away |
Need some novocaine to control the pain |
And now these mother fuckers know the name |
I thought that’d make it better but it’s worse, maybe it’s too late to ever |
hope for change |
So I’m sayin'. |
Insecurities and anxiety |
Kept internally, trapped inside of me |
And I really just don’t know why it don’t show |
On the surface, I’m so imperfect, dealing with the |
Insecurity and anxiety |
Kept internally and trapped inside of me |
Even if I keep it to myself better never let it show |
On the surface, I’m imperfect |
I’ve always been too nice and too trusting |
And time after time that approach left me with nothing |
But some drug problems and a lot of debt |
Feel the noose gettin' tighter on my neck |
Try to tell myself that I ain’t stoppin' yet |
But it’s gettin' harder tryna calm the stress |
I got turned down as a youngster, by every girl I ever liked in class |
It’s prolly why I talk about the chicks I’m (beep) now when I write my raps |
Like some sort of validation of a mechanism of defense |
Like I’m not depressed, yea I’m havin' sex |
But I’m still alone, and I’m still a mess |
Chain smokin' cigarettes by the light post |
Cherry glowin' usin' that to light mo' |
Breathin' in the chemicals and hold it, whiskey got me loaded, damn I need a |
life coach |
I’m a nice guy, people take advantage of me and my money then they step out |
Leave me left out, full of self doubt |
Life line’s got a low thread count |
And after all the years of being taunted |
Hated on, not bein' wanted |
Bein' thought of, in the wrong light |
Now I’m feelin' like I’m bein' haunted |
By these demons, I try to leave em |
But it’s like I’m swimmin' in Epoxy, they always stop me |
Try to keep my head above it but the waves are gettin' choppy |
Insecurities and anxiety |
Kept internally, trapped inside of me |
And I really just don’t know why it don’t show |
On the surface, I’m so imperfect, dealing with the |
Insecurity and anxiety |
Kept internally and trapped inside of me |
Even if I keep it to myself better never let it show |
On the surface, I’m imperfect |