​break!

[Chorus: Braden Ross]
‘Cause I don’t wanna talk
I’d rather die
Before I let you see the real me
You feel me?
I’ll let my other side conceal me
Then you’ll see
You gotta let me go

[Verse 1: Braden Ross]
Optimism, ain’t that shit funny?
When the world we live in’s all 'bout the money
Money ultra rich own half of, won’t budge it at all
We turn to politicians, hope they’ll do something
Feigning altruism, but they do nothing
Crushing lives as they take rights from the people I love
So they’ll say “what do we do?”
As if therе’s something to choose
We’rе living lives of abuse
All at the hands of a few
I’m asking “what do I do?”
I guess I thought I could choose
Between the art and the views
A stable life to pursue
Obtuse, reduced my character

[Chorus 1: Braden Ross]
‘Cause I don’t wanna talk
I’d rather die
Before I let you see the real me
You feel me?
I’ll let my other side conceal me
Then you’ll see
You gotta let me go

[Verse 2: Jay Kim & Braden Ross]
Jokes on us
They don’t give a fuck about nothing
At all if it don't benefit them all ways
I’ll say what's on my mind but it’ll get lost
Get lost if you ain’t picking it up
The thing 'bout me is I already lost
I dream 'bout peace and a renaissance
I can’t show more than I'm letting on
Just know I tried for you
Opened my eyes to this industry I was mortified
They tryna trip you and fuck you up on the borderlines
Think imma burn all my bridges and my important ties (I'm asking "what do I do?")
I hold my tongue
They hold all the money money (I guess I thought I could choose)
Go round me used to wish they loved me loved me (Between the art and the views)
Oh I know better than that now (A stable life to pursue)
Oh I know better than that now (Obtuse, reduced my character)

[Chorus 2: Braden Ross]
‘Cause I don’t wanna talk
I’d rather die
Before I let you see the real me
You feel me?
I’ll let my other side conceal me
Then you’ll see
You gotta let me go
(Look)
'Cause I don’t wanna talk I'd rather
Die before I let you see the
Person I’ve become
In my pursuit to be someone
I shoulda fuckin' known
You gotta let me go

[Outro: Braden Ross]
I tried to let you go
But empathy means nothing when you're
Scared to be alone
Pick up the fucking phone