Love (Her rmx) K.A.A.N.

[Verse 1]
And you can tell I really want it
But its hard to believe when the people never seen this
Young motherfuckin' genius
Bitch I put the pen to the pad and I bet a nigga write mean shit
And I was tryin' to make them realise I was all alone in my isolation
I was terrified my self-confidence will cease to exist as I reminisce
I ain't got no time for no relationship
That's what I tell myself as I proceed to write a couple of records about the way I’ve been livin'
And lord willing I can make it to the precipice, the top of it
Impressing with depressing shit
And now I got to see my therapist
Embarrassing that I depend on compliments, the only way to boost my confidence
SHIT! Goddamn!
Can a young nigga breathe?
I've been livin' a lie similar to what you see
Every time a nigga get up on the microphone I wanna talk about the real shit
Maybe you can feel this
Heart up on my sleeve is the way I'm gonna wear it
They garner a different type of attention
No need to mention
I wanna keep a minor attention of every single fact I put inside of a track
I attract a large crowd
I wanted the crown now
One dope motherfucker to tell you to calm down
What I found is that people embrace it if it’s real
Press play and pray it relates to the feelin' you describe in your lyrics
They hear it they gotta have it
In love with the sound but they couldn't even manage
Or really understand the pain of this bastard
Or painted a picture of the emotion he’s maskin’
FUCK!