Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loathing, artist - Fiyablasta
Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Song language: English
Loathing |
Chorus: Ashley Rose |
Loathing |
If there’s one thing that I can’t take |
It’s this world that’s so full of hate |
Never one thought about what they say |
And the weight on my brain with anxiety |
Loathing |
Even when I try to escape |
Trying to hide my scars from the pain |
I feel so stained, and I’m saying that it’s bothering me |
Loathing |
Verse 1: Fiyablasta |
The feeling I got from jealous ones |
The hate they spray like shotgun casings since their days are hellish ones |
But I was frail when their words were flying like «Ugly Duckling» |
This bird wasn’t flocking with their feathers, so they were chuckling |
Blackbird singing in the dead of night |
Saying my tone should be negro instead of white |
But I thought I was being me, just like I was taught to |
Yet, intelligence makes me negligent to my roots according to both hues? |
And so they see me try to shake it off |
Make them scoff; |
since the music wasn’t gang banging, claiming soft |
The way I talk, the way I walk were targets for it all |
Small minded people couldn’t picture my thinking large |
Since it was different from the usual |
I had to ask, «Do I have to be like them to be cool to dudes?» |
Wanting to be accepted while wanting to change the same |
The cool nerd became my aim, but they brush me off as a lame |
That’s why I’m loathing |
Chorus: Ashley Rose |
Verse 2: Fiyablasta |
Surrounded by my peers pressing |
Molded my esteem a bit as I start second guessing |
Popularity’s becoming more important in the seventh |
Graded in the lower eighth cause good grades aren’t all impressive |
Still considered an Oreo amongst all the classmates |
Though, I finally found that behavior has no attached race |
But now I get picked on for my skill in athletics |
Not too pathetic; |
still the sidelines and my cleats were magnetic |
Attracted the outcasts, since my mouth casts kindness |
Treating friends like acquaintances, since my smiles hide this |
Feeling that no one really likes me; |
some don’t mind just |
Tolerating my company during school times; |
it’s |
At that moment, I hated how I stick out |
Even though, I tried to become everyone’s Malcolm in the Middle |
That pressure caved me and crying for help |
That night I won’t forget where my mama knelt |
Aiding me cope with my self-loathing |
Chorus: Ashley Rose |
Verse 3: Fiyablasta |
The fact that I still can’t escape it |
The fact that half of my jokes are still self-deprecating |
The truth that I see me as a failure in the making |
Cause although I’m made amazing, I settle in my complacence |
Am I hypocritical to push people to positivity |
When I’m the same as them, by letting all my flaws get to me? |
The hate decayed my flame a decade ago |
Since my insecurities they called out are unshakeable |
Caught up in looks, cause I ain’t got them |
Decisions have me shook; |
I slalom |
Because chances I took end rotten |
I’m broke as a joke cause I choked helping folks |
As a CNA or PCT and seeing a poor me be TLC’s |
Definition of scrub |
That’s why I’m not showing me any love |
I HATE ME! |
I hate that I hate me |
Cause as a kid, I was raised to live a great me |
But now I’m never good enough to even take compliments |
Behind all the confidence is a man lost in his own loathing |
Chorus: Ashley Rose |
Outro: |
And lastly, I want to get out of here for good. |
And after I do, I don’t want to |
pay no taxes, like, forever! |
You want the Fiyablasta, he has some demands |