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Like the buds in the ash tray
Want it to get replaced
By the new thing
No release date
Manage weak dates
With all these girls
I cannot find myself
Back

to take my calls
Got no motivation to make proper songs
Maybe I can show it by making this song so odd
I can do it by making this song break the fourth wall

while you cried
Over your ex-girlfriend's new guy
My God, how could I be so stupid?
You found a new version of me
And I damn near started World War

need you
Sticking to my hip like you used some glue
Her daddy told me bring her home by 8
Dang my guy it’s been our second date
That guy put a body cam

Head high
Wavin hello from top clouds

Pussy boy
Watch your back now
Smacked out
Why you dead up on the ground now
No clout
I'm still chillen by myself

therapy, paying more than the prices
I say, let's live it up for all the dropouts and modern failures
You took a route that was carved by some paraphernalia

knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself

with myself
The world is falling apart and I'm still tryna build 
A part of me is happy you're there to witness from afar
All these little milestones I

learn to see it on my own

When I believe in all my capabilities, that's when
I'm better version of me, can't put no one else above me
When I can clearly

FORGIVNESS


I choose to forgive

In forgiving, I free myself

I release all negative emotions and low vibrations, and only embody love and positivity

I

trash
Makes me hate myself even more
I’m hating myself as I bash
The version of you at the top who couldn’t be stopped is all I can a accept

All their

filling?
Cause I've been confused by these stories involving
Wolves in sheeps clothing
While sheep have been loathing
Hard to decipher, easy to indulge in

deceiving my name you new to this 
The new version of me 
This ain't who I used to be 
No more Mr. nice guy you will see
Go ahead start sucking my dick 
Bitch

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

Nigga had to get it on his own
Had to go and hustle all alone
I didn’t get no help from no one else
So ima bout to spend it by myself
Nigga had

owe myself the commitment
It's not far out of reach
Wouldn't trade this version of me
Fighting
Life's a war
Now I go to battle for me
Fighting for

graciously
Prominent by believing
In myself to the ultimate extent
I believe that liberal democracy
Is a failed concept
The goal is to possess a new
Form

Like what's the drive for this ride:
Passion, pride or hunger
Maybe I just wan write some wrong so a younger
Version of myself
In a parallel 
Universe

I don't wanna be that guy
Sitting on a porch years from now
Saying to myself
I shoulda been
Coulda been
More than I am right now

Do you wanna be

I'm really a nice guy , naw I Cant lie
It's a disguise I wear a
Mask sometimes
I gotta hop out of my bag
Go dumb on a nigga and show That I drag
Then go

out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
First of all, sorry for stereotyping all of my kind
To all the short

So break me open and tear me out
I've given as much as I could
Tell me do you love me now
Clone myself hope it's a better version
Love me love me not

thought I had passed
But I was flunking senior year
It disappear
Reappear
By it being here I find myself beneath a blue sky
I'm never seeing clear

could have made it
But y'all just wanna see me faded huh
Constantly getting drunk and high
In a disguise
Getting hypnotized by all the lies
They could see