CUT MY WINGS

Yeah, let it breathe

Don't cut my wings (Yeah)
Don't... yeah check

(Yeah)
Don't cut my wings
Don't cut my wings
Don't cut my wings
Don't cut my wings
(Uh! Let it breathe)
Don't cut my wings

It would be better if the 5% of fans I have engaged to my tracks
As much as they got time to ask about fashion trends
Going on soundcloud won't even cost you a cent
And if I had to ask about me you would hear 'em gasp
(Uh)
The disappointments on this road to success
Are much greater on your circle of friends
They switch on and off and expect me to be the light bulb
It's fortunate that I'm short circuited
I cut loose and try to match sticks to bring out my best
I get jealous seeing young kids with no desire
For this passion making this cash
I get excited coming across this fresh talent
Sometimes too excited I forget I'm independent
And artists in the game are so ignorant
I'm not after their cash I just want some acknowledgement
I need to be commercial, in my mind I already am
Performing tracks, fans screaming my name on concerts
Just don't

Don't cut my wings
Don't cut my wings (Yeah)
Don't cut my wings
Yeah just don't cut

They said that good things come to whoever that waits
I've been doing that for years and my passion begins to fade
I don't mean to get carried away
Society will box in a way that's fuckin insane
I write suicide notes in my brain
And my songs are hints of what the notes say
Don't wear chains homie I'm no slave
I would kill a person to get paid
Thinking money is evil and being broke is holy huge mistake
Ever made by a person afraid to be called a sinner
I've had better cuts from the blade of the grim ripper
It's just hard for me to lose my soul, he's not highest bidder
My recent raps threaten the nature of occult leaders
I never used to be her type I see life had kicked her
Deeply in the ass that used to be thicker
Not perfect enough to fit-in in my ugly picture
Well that's the price you pay for chasing niggas with crime figures
I see you notice that my raps changed when I got bigger
If only we had something deep maybe I would dig her
But no I was just a joke wanting to be well known
Distributing my own tracks with student loans
I don't remember buying clothes to impress my folks
I hope writing bars in lectures pays than taking notes
But most of all if I die share the story I wrote
And tell the people how I didn't wanna die being broke
Woah!!
I guess that glitter's ain't gold
A story that is never told when you want be on top
Of the game put out for you and your flow is on point
And performing on stages and getting no coins
I humbled myself with a joint
Quick question, should I keep writing this song?
And tell the people how I try to kill myself when I'm alone?
Any ideas besides drug and pills overdose
I... I just need to be alone
In other words I just need to be at home
Reasons for suicide that failed
Could be destiny that I must get that silver plate
It's crazy, I don't wanna be a loner
I... want to be viewed as the great one
Check
Real eyes realize fake beings with nice smiles
Born in 2001 stressing like I'm 30 cause I wanna be rich before 25

Yeah, let it breathe



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Writer(s): Proxy G
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