Radio Silent VIC MENSA (Ft. Keyon Christ)
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[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Go radio silent
[Verse: Vic Mensa]
And no one even want to talk about it, it's too hard to find the words to say
Tryna reach nirvana, it's just somethin' in the way
I don't even feel comfortable around my family
I'm over-critical, it feels like no one understands me
Underhanded compliments, undermining confidence
No Bobby Brown, but I know my problems is my prerogative
Don't want to end like Whitney Houston, fatal victim of abuse
Tennessee's Halloween, in my mind I'm Freddy Kruger
Negativity intrusive thoughts, I let 'em write the music
They help me not to lose it when I feel like life is useless
Can't stop the movement, I know that I'm the centerpiece
So I can't wipe out [?], 'cause so many depend on me
My toxic brain chemistry combined with fame injures me
I live in a pain, my dreams full of grave imagery
Born to make history, before the day they finish me
Is anybody listening? I'll let you share my misery
[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
No pressure, no patience, go radio silent
[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Go radio silent
[Verse: Vic Mensa]
And no one even want to talk about it, it's too hard to find the words to say
Tryna reach nirvana, it's just somethin' in the way
I don't even feel comfortable around my family
I'm over-critical, it feels like no one understands me
Underhanded compliments, undermining confidence
No Bobby Brown, but I know my problems is my prerogative
Don't want to end like Whitney Houston, fatal victim of abuse
Tennessee's Halloween, in my mind I'm Freddy Kruger
Negativity intrusive thoughts, I let 'em write the music
They help me not to lose it when I feel like life is useless
Can't stop the movement, I know that I'm the centerpiece
So I can't wipe out [?], 'cause so many depend on me
My toxic brain chemistry combined with fame injures me
I live in a pain, my dreams full of grave imagery
Born to make history, before the day they finish me
Is anybody listening? I'll let you share my misery
[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
No pressure, no patience, go radio silent
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