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[Verse]
And I don't think I can help it
How the fuck I'm less of myself so I'm considered "self-ish"
When I don't do shit for myself too humbled and selfless
Skatin' through a city I hate with it all but a helmet
No rules for livin' my life or an equal suggestion
Who you? too much to lose so I'm not tuckin' no Wesson
Ain't provin' nothin' to you but who the fuck is you pressin'?
My brothers take care of it I don't got time for a test
I'm out here teachin' lessons to kids feelin' more than depressed
Thought my life was a scantron started forgettin' that lead
'Cause I'm more of a hands-on I'll brеak yo jaw back instead
Sick of writing you sad songs 'cause you don't know me but
You told mе "I never said I loved you" I found that amusin'
When you said it yo nails was in my back but a knife's what you used and this intuition shit's forever and always nuisance
Wish I was fine 'cause I can't live with emotional blueprints
And I could say I fuckin' hate you when the sky isn't blue and
Write about the story of your lies and how it turned us to ruins
The hardest lesson that we face is that everyone's human
So you have to trust to be betrayed and I'm glad I ain't do it
But I guess we finally ended
You said the only way to keep you was if you get let in
Hard for me to speak when you been cursed with a head as this cryptic
"Askin' what was wrong was probably somethin' that wasn't gon' fix it"
I fell to pieces in that room when I saw that you sent it
My hearts a fortress with a camera at every entrance
I tried to tell you 'bout my illness yo energy shifted
You said you feel you "didn't know me" I guess you should listen
To every song I bodied on this album because of your presence

[Outro]
When I think about you I throw up
Dead in my mind here lies *Beep* and Lotus
Ran a thousand miles and you still givin' no fucks
I don't think you heard every line about you I wrote up but
Keep livin' life fast never slow up
We been at the top of the hill now they know us
This ain't even hot as it gets, yeah I'm frozen
I'm about my dead presidents get your dough up