The Void Of Meeting Expectations

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Every time I place the pen upon the paper
It's kinda pleasant, but my brain is pensive and depressed when it stops the train of -
Thought, 'cause it wants every verse to be at state of art
Pressin' on my gun's trigger but I missed the mark
Stressed since the day I made a beat and then played a song
Played it for Jay, ''It's great, man, amazing''
Guess I manmade a façade, now my ass is facin' that frost
I'm just tryna meet expеctations, that's all
I guess it stems back from the timеs I was a little kid
I never slacked, that was a right that wasn't fit for me
So teachers' work ridiculous, it took a week to finish it
And idiots would ridicule me, always picking on the skinniest
I'm dreamin' of achieving it, I'm aiming for what's perfect
That lady with the curves n' a relation with no curtains
Saving on a purchase or laying on a surface
Waiting to be given the ok for your own crib
That feeling like you just might fail
Right, fearin' the jump prevails
That excitement that drives us crazy
I can't provide a line to explain it
I know I'm always searching for it
The perfect verse that could scourge recordings
So that a hurting colleague would conserve annoyance
And rework his performance in a form of mourning
And any tone that was roaring would transform according
Lots of wasted potential on my waist and my temples
I'll be placed on the best of the failures and assholes
'Cause I can't pick a side, I just lack the decisiveness
The stature and status to feel my contempt
Always on my mind, my parents couldn't pay rent
So Gio would have a try, I gave in into that great mess
And so I began to slide little paying's just to save dad
From workin' all the time for lame-ass paychecks
I can feel the eyes on me, I just kill a rhyme and tell it to lie for me
I just keep a vibe that's singing ''I got it''
But when that ticket expirin' its demons iconic
It's due to how stupid I am, I act different
And you's consumin' as fans, my plans limpin'
As soon as start brewing the last, I'm back in it
Assumin' my music could pass like transmittance
So enter all the laziness, the mentor of my aching head
The days I spent in bed rotating, temper on a raging red
The temperature starts to raise in fact, like pressure when you blaze some gas
Oppression on my baby steps, attendance for my shaky legs
I don't want nobody to touch me
You might crush me, that lust ain't giving me much
But fright rushing, it's messed up, I still feel it as such
I might cry, shit
Vulnerable was not a trait to trade with me for them
I showed my open door and gave the frame a key as well
The only girl whose patience faced with a ring from Zales
Had surely known I was deeply frail, simply stale
You're fucked up to the bone, always far from your home, woah
I'ma talk to a ghost, then go on with the walls, woah
I loop my finger around this silver lining
At least my new rigor is bound to sicker lines n'
You could stick a chewed swisher down my liver, smiling
I withstood much thicker grounds to live confined in
Being flawless, yeah, is my prison, Pink Floyd with the light prism
Sig Freud with the mind research, psyched on every fine detail
The only thing that links me to my old self is suicide attempts
Should've picked a sharper blade and all
The motives mixed with sleep is relief, no help with seein' light of lamps
Almost reached the nicer place above
Shit, I'm all out of beginner's luck
The merry goes round on the guinness love
A criminal, foul, with an English glove
I just live in the sound when I think too much

[Outro]
I'm just tryna meet expectations, that's all