Where I’m/You’re At Atmosphere

[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a trap
But why do it matter when it don't change where I'm at?
Are you at the back of the front?
Or are you in the front of the back?
But why do it matter if it don't change where you at?

[Verse 1]
And I don't know if it's the end or the start
But I can tell that you gotta lot of heart
And I believe that you love real hard
And I believe that you love art
And I've been makin' up excuses for you
But I didn't do this exclusive for you
I picked a compassion fruit
Squeezed some into a glass of juice
Mixed it up with somе magic
I wanna see it from a different aspect
My middlе name might as well have been "That's that shit"
The tragic is always attractive
It's gotta be freakish too
So they visibly struggle to keep their cool
Cause you clearly never adhere to the rules you demanded allegiance to

[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a trap
But why do it matter when it don't change where I'm at?
Are you at the back of the front?
Or are you in the front of the back?
But why do it matter if it don't change where you at?