Verse 1:
To be is not the way to be
I played to keep, but came to see I played myself
It's plain to see
I played this beat to make these dreams appear complete
I hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please
I can't compete or draw the line from a to b
Or draw the line between the things I want and things I need
It's hard to be discreet when everything is bleak
And every thought that lingеrs really makes me sink
Into thе muddy waters and I oughta stop this cycle
Love is vain, unstable like my vitals
Caught the bug that made me like you, but I am the type to get lost
As I fight through the fog, in spite of what's wrong like typos
Type of psycho to tip the scales
Balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells
The culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail
I slowly scale the hope and pull closer
None of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure
Cold blooded, times up, I told ya whether I fail and fall over
Nail in the coffin until I'm sober
Writing about the darkness, motherfucker, I live it too
Comparing me to rappers I don't even fucking listen to
Simple truth is I'm a simple dude
Every verse I birth reveals the shitty truth
I'm cynical, feel nimble when I'm living off the tempos
Evolving, soft and gentle, exhausting my fucking temper
Do without the self critical pity, I reached the pinnacle of hell till I felt shitty
Spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly
To be is not the way to be
I played to keep, but came to see I played myself
It's plain to see
I played this beat to make these dreams appear complete
I hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please
I can't compete or draw the line from a to b
Or draw the line between the things I want and things I need
It's hard to be discreet when everything is bleak
And every thought that lingеrs really makes me sink
Into thе muddy waters and I oughta stop this cycle
Love is vain, unstable like my vitals
Caught the bug that made me like you, but I am the type to get lost
As I fight through the fog, in spite of what's wrong like typos
Type of psycho to tip the scales
Balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells
The culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail
I slowly scale the hope and pull closer
None of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure
Cold blooded, times up, I told ya whether I fail and fall over
Nail in the coffin until I'm sober
Writing about the darkness, motherfucker, I live it too
Comparing me to rappers I don't even fucking listen to
Simple truth is I'm a simple dude
Every verse I birth reveals the shitty truth
I'm cynical, feel nimble when I'm living off the tempos
Evolving, soft and gentle, exhausting my fucking temper
Do without the self critical pity, I reached the pinnacle of hell till I felt shitty
Spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly
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