Lyrics Look Like Me (Alternative Press Diss) - Kaonashi

Look Like Me (Alternative Press Diss)

When I open AP Magazine
I don’t get the comfort of seeing someone who looks like me
Who looks like me
Who looks like me
I keep another consciousness
Where I hide all of my secrets
Like, «Are my hands in my pockets?»
When I walk in the store
And that’s just one example, I got a few more
(And that’s just one example, I got a few more)
Like when you lock your car doors
I can’t take it anymore, it eats me to the core
It eats me to the core, it eats me to the fucking core
And thank you, Mani, for letting me sing this song
I think it’s funny, I feel this every day
You smile in my face, then drop that hard R
Then type a paragraph about how it’s my fault
It’s not my fucking fault that you hate me
Keeping up with the race race
There’s always a nigga that they wanna chase
For your body, your life, your hair, your style
Fuck it