The Stage Who Anyone Could Enter (feat. Dakota Tayk)

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Yeah I mufuckin' hate the industry
Never questioning the music, only who I wanna be
They don't care about a story, only what they wanna see
So what you wanna see
Do you, do you
Do you come from the streets
Do you, do you
Do you run when you need
Do you, do you
Do you listen to me?
Always questioning the person like I don't know how to eat
But I, but I
But I hate I gotta do it
But i'm tryna be heard so I gotta push thru it
And I can't get on a stage until i'm under the influence
So i'm under the influence
Yeah, I keep on pushing, no matter where to
Gotta keep on lookin', i'm the GOAT at what I do
Am I dreamin' of the end? will I wake up soon?
It's a necessary evil, they don't have a clue
Yeah, I keep on bookin', shootin' straight up for the sky
Blowin' smoke from all the kush and they get mad cause I got high
I'm addicted to the spinach, jar is full, Popeye
So it's f*ck the industry until I mufuckin' die
'Til I mufuckin' die
Got a 40 in the ride
We the boys, southside
They can't tell me how to live cause imma live it how I like
There's a chance that I won't make it but I might
So it's f*ck the industry until we die
Post click it
Then like it
So stupid
It's music
I'll lose it if I do this
For you
I do this for the dead
I do this for the gems that are never uncovered
The hovered fake that are smothered
Have no other words it hurts me how I have to keep going
No more, no more
But now I gotta say more
All along it wasn't right
All poison like cyanide
All along it wasn't right
All poison like cyanide
They don't wanna see us make it, want us fuckin' up our minds
They just wanna see an artist use a mask or disguise
I ain't postin' on an app when all it is, is full of lies
Take a listen to the music if you need a look inside
Cause inside i'm gettin lit and gettin' wild than a bitch
They don't wanna hear all that if it ain't on the substances
F*ck the cops in the city who don't know what justice is
If you push my fuckin buttons then i'm gettin' fuckin pissed
Spittin' shit 'til I die
A 40 in the ride
We the boys, southside
Can't tell me how to live cause imma live it how I like
Chance that I won't make it but I might
F*ck the industry until we die
Scrolling
Hoping to get noticed
Lonely
No team so i get no rest
Slowly
Going fucking insane
Don't be showing yourself running away like prey
Social-schism at play
Tryna control my fate
Activism with criticism
Population don't listen no matter what I say
Throw big words In Your face
The finished work in case you forgot
Isn't what you hear, it's in your thoughts
Symbolism in the lots
But what if I wanna live
Without depending on a selfless will?
The algorithm is my direction
The way we live em is empty handed
Ones we look up to are projections
Started so good, but look where it ended
Post click it
Then like it
So stupid
It's music
I'll lose it if I do this
For you
I do this for the dead
I do this for the gems that are never uncovered
The hovered fake that are smothered
Have no other words it hurts me how I have to keep going
No more, no more
But now I gotta say more
All along it wasn't right
All poison like cyanide
All along it wasn't right
All poison like cyanide
Now I realize
To get what you need you gotta sacrifice
I've lost friends
I've lost family
And some them think, that they're not with me
I've cut off loose ends
I've made all my amends
All we need is stress free breathing
Shooting up body dysmorphia
Nobody said it was easy
Rolling up money, im covered ill never see ya
Thou it's not enough
It's never enough for us
Walking miles alone just to find love
See I don't wanna do what I need today
All the pressure that I feel gets in the motherfuckin' way
Get out my brain, I don't need the media that's lookin' out for a mistake
On what I do or how I look or what I say cause of a name
So i'm pickin' up a baseball bat
To threaten every motherfucker comin for my
They don't care about the music or the lyrics that i'm sayin'
They just wanna know your bank or your social class
So kiss my ass while I make my bag
Gettin all of these opinions, I ain't motherfuckin' ask
Industry is full of lames who grab you up and suffocate
So I hyperventilate but I just wanna live fast
Hollywood has got the eyes in the back of their head
But i'm from Texas mufucka, better watch where you tread
I don't wanna have to post every where I fuckin' go
To get the traction that I need to spit the layers I shed
AYE...

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