[Intro] Yeah uh uh Gotta do some real talk here... ...listen close 'cause, It could affect you. Yeah uh uh uh [Verse] I got scars in my lines but I can still feel 'em hurt Got holes in my text but you wont remember your words Your heartfelt letter feels as deep as a puddle full of dirt Cry a river but static echoes wont fill dat inner void I'm not picturing myself as a white knight that always tries to smile bright Nor will I fake my life to create a world of lies I try to hold up fo my pride while gettin' worshipped fo nothing but one single Highlight I chose not to fight high, nah, I chose to rhyme tight get myself a quiet night as others build their slime shite with one single click and a simple melody that soon ev'ry single one of us deleted out of their memory You beg for roles that you can't hold You read the news and ignore they're old I read lines of your text and recognize same styles that hundrets before built out of their "own" minds onehundret times the same old phrases onehundret times the same low beats onehundret pictures same old paintings onehundret soldiers walk the same old street Ignore it, climb the ladder higher than you can I'll watch from the ground and grow on who I am Feast further on the people who build who you are And wake up some rainy day to find your burned out star Feed your self-frustrations with breathing rooms and lies And keep celebrating zero-effort breakthroughs that wont last but your soul slowly dies ah, ah, ah, yeah [Verse] no offense but, if you get offended you probably get offended on every lil offense and soon get even more offended just to second-handedly get betrayed by your neglected sand-mansion just to ride with a big smile right in your self-built sad ending I'm not pointing fingers, not givin any strict directions not sayin what y'all should do, not even force reflection Thing is, I'm not mad but people sow pain an' aggression Instead of doin own Things to reap bliss of own expression Last Things last we will always build something for us to last You do what you gotta do: hate, swear, cry, laugh. I'll stick with the honest even when they drive me mad 'cause when they start to cheer that's more than one empty clap And... as the boomerang returns always to the owner I wait for my own difference is, I can stall the weight 'cause my conscience's clean [Outro] Have a nice day y'all... peace out. ✒️🖤 ————————————— Lyrics by sladefoley © 2026
