Lyrics
[Intro]
LexNour
Give me the beat and a mic, give me the freedom to write
Give me the vision to see my demons and beat 'em at night
Give me the pen and the pad, give me a couple of stanzas
Gave you a percentage, but I'm taking home all of the bag
Give me definitive and unlimited amounts of people lovin' me and
Call upon everybody who came before me
And tell them to come and inject me with whatever they're smokin', man
[Verse]
I'm sick, (Indeed) but I think you know that already
You call me evil, but how would you know it unless you live it already? (Ha-ha-ha)
You think you're better right?
'Cause nobody's seen what you've done in the dark but if I put your life in this light
You would crumble and fight to survive or die but, bitch, I fucking knew that already
I ain't special
But I specialize in making you feel especially stupid for judging a human
While you sit at home and the whole world can't watch what you're doing or follow and hate all your movements
I ain't complaining but I know the people who do it are sicker than me and I'm sick enough I just might lose it
Ya, you think you know me 'cause you double-tap on a picture
I hate the fact that you judge me it’s driving me crazy so when it’s too deep I say fuck it and drown in some liquor
I write these verses in blood I got chapters for days 'cause my heart is a biblical scripture
And I ain't a prophet but I can predict that you’ll never catch happiness till you're the pitcher
So please continue to laugh, if I'm a clown you're a circus act
When I rap it’s in a surgeon's mask
'Cause I place every syllable in a deliverable fashion from first to last
Then cut back with a message that’s hidden in melody making them think and ask
If I was the one on the table pushing, giving birth to rap
Maybe it was me, maybe you like all my music but don’t really actually love me
Maybe you just want a picture, maybe you just want to see me 'cause you need some money
Maybe you think that I'm happy
Maybe you think in reality liking my post is repairing a hole
When it’s actually shaking and cutting the soul right out of me
I think I'm sick
I feel a rush of emotion whenever I post up a pic
I got a problem, I'm in the studio rapping while this girl is sucking my dick
She cut a hole in my heart now I fill it with women who love me 'cause they think I'm rich
And if I be honest I just told a bitch that I care about that I really do not give a shit
So what’s your excuse? What helps you sleep?
You leave a negative comment not knowing what you sew you will reap
I bet you smile when you post, thinking you're hurting me, but you see
The way the brain works you become what you speak
I need peace! But y’all can’t offer that (you can't!)
I held my ground, I didn’t sell my soul, I said fuck the fame, y’all can take that offer back
Fuck a shelf you can't take me off the rack
All the fame is not worth the heart attack
You're insane, you're in pain, I can tell by what you're saying, but
My bad, I forgot you were fragile (I'm so
