| I ain’t got the aesthetics that they mastered
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| They wearing a facade, prosthetic, when it feel hollow
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| A popularity contest, they will follow
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| How deep is your love, is it that shallow
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| Same lows that could make a grown man break down
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| From the ground we rose, I tell 'em I suppose
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| They was slamming them doors and giving words of rejection
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| I wasn’t ever looking for acceptance
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| I knew I had the message
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| Another day to spread it, it’s a blessing
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| Down bad nigga, I was stressing
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| Glass half empty like a crescent
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| Never learned lessons
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| Dealing with the traumas stemming from my adolescence
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| Repressing emotions, Lord I feel hopeless
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| Gotta keep going, even if the world don’t notice
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| I never let it shape my focus
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| I can’t quit yet, nah, staying devoted
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| Yeah I feel pressure
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| Yeah I been lost in the depths of depression
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| Keep fighting, I’m pressing
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| Uphill with the battle when this life wanna test me
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| Still tryna pull a dollar out of a dream
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| When your account is on red but your mind on green
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| Gotta yield to reality but what does it mean?
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| I never believe in lies they be telling to me
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| I know it’s all perspective, it’s all subjective
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| With every song I get more reflective
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| My thoughts congested, the voices in my head start making suggestions
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| I can’t accept them, I kill 'em all off then I resurrect them
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| I’m knocking on the door like the insurrection
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| I’m at a crossroad in the intersection
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| Tryna reevaluate what my mind investing in, yeah |