Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loathing , by - FiyablastaRelease date: 17.05.2018
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loathing , by - FiyablastaLoathing |
| 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 |