Reset
I wanna stop it all
Tell myself I know I'm better when I'm not at all
Nobody sees it, so they never tell me knock it off
Maybe they're just not involved
They're just standing outside of their huddle
What's the point of playing when I know I'll fumble?
It's me, myself, and I that gets in trouble
But, um
Bitch, I've been on ten since I turned ten
A lot of rules to the game, but I learned them
I broke them all and reversed them
Tell myself I'm never gonna go at how I been off, that's the worst yet
Locked doors, turning new ways out
I heard they only turn to you because the truth's played out
If I keep listening to demo with the storm layed down
And not talk when the motherfuckers do spray ground
Why do I feel like a reject
When I know I got your respect?
I wish I could stop, this a reset
But I can't
And why do I feel like a letdown?
All I do is filled with self-doubt
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
And I can't, and I can't
So why do I feel like a letdown?
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
Leave me alone
This why I stay on my own
They waiting to get in my zone
Fuck what you've seen
I keep it real, it's my raps
Every word I say I mean
Why do I got a problem inside?
I gotta learn that I'm better than mine
Also, my conscious is weighing my mind
It's impossible, it's gonna eat me alive
And I tell them all
Gave a lot of nothing, came back yet
Always cautious when I'd like my last back
Pushing me, went past that
Fuck it, nobody here's from my class
Except I hope to God that this'll be my last breath
I got a family back at home, and they need this change
They been working way too long, so I'm gon' be this change
If I gotta sell my soul or even lead these chains
As the weight will ever be detained
So what the fuck am I mad for?
I throw my problems off of the backboard
No rebound if it's needed, I'll pass more
Your lose is a mass sore
I'm getting all the shit that I have
For when I'm down, I just look at the past more
So tell me why
So why do I feel like a reject
When I know I got your respect?
I wish I could stop, this a reset
But I can't
And why do I feel like a letdown?
All I do is filled with self-doubt
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
And I can't, and I can't
So why do I feel like a letdown?
I wish I could call out for help now, but I can't
They tell me I can't, tell me off
But I don't know
They tell me I can't grow up
I know it's hard to
So why do I feel like a letdown?
All I do is filled with self-doubt
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
Tell myself I know I'm better when I'm not at all
Nobody sees it, so they never tell me knock it off
Maybe they're just not involved
They're just standing outside of their huddle
What's the point of playing when I know I'll fumble?
It's me, myself, and I that gets in trouble
But, um
Bitch, I've been on ten since I turned ten
A lot of rules to the game, but I learned them
I broke them all and reversed them
Tell myself I'm never gonna go at how I been off, that's the worst yet
Locked doors, turning new ways out
I heard they only turn to you because the truth's played out
If I keep listening to demo with the storm layed down
And not talk when the motherfuckers do spray ground
Why do I feel like a reject
When I know I got your respect?
I wish I could stop, this a reset
But I can't
And why do I feel like a letdown?
All I do is filled with self-doubt
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
And I can't, and I can't
So why do I feel like a letdown?
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
Leave me alone
This why I stay on my own
They waiting to get in my zone
Fuck what you've seen
I keep it real, it's my raps
Every word I say I mean
Why do I got a problem inside?
I gotta learn that I'm better than mine
Also, my conscious is weighing my mind
It's impossible, it's gonna eat me alive
And I tell them all
Gave a lot of nothing, came back yet
Always cautious when I'd like my last back
Pushing me, went past that
Fuck it, nobody here's from my class
Except I hope to God that this'll be my last breath
I got a family back at home, and they need this change
They been working way too long, so I'm gon' be this change
If I gotta sell my soul or even lead these chains
As the weight will ever be detained
So what the fuck am I mad for?
I throw my problems off of the backboard
No rebound if it's needed, I'll pass more
Your lose is a mass sore
I'm getting all the shit that I have
For when I'm down, I just look at the past more
So tell me why
So why do I feel like a reject
When I know I got your respect?
I wish I could stop, this a reset
But I can't
And why do I feel like a letdown?
All I do is filled with self-doubt
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
And I can't, and I can't
So why do I feel like a letdown?
I wish I could call out for help now, but I can't
They tell me I can't, tell me off
But I don't know
They tell me I can't grow up
I know it's hard to
So why do I feel like a letdown?
All I do is filled with self-doubt
I wish I could call out for help now
But I can't
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Hissink, Andrew Migliore, Matthew Cullen, Carbone Chester Krupa
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