Idk
You say you listen
So, "Hi"
I wish I had the confidence to sing a little more
To say something
To write songs
With lyrics people sing along
But I'm stuck
You heard "Cone" once
And that's enough
I wish I could show you places
I would love to go
Sing about the people
That make my life worth something
Songs to listen to when the sun comes out
But I don't know
Please understand
I ain't trynna be famous
I just wish
I could express myself better
So you don't think
My beats are everything I stress for
I want people to understand
Where I'm coming from
'Cus 655 is the perfect way
To explain you all
I'm not fine
I could use a little help here
And I'm on fire
But I don't care
'Cus Zippo fuel's expensive
I fucking hate this fake interviews at 2 a.m
Last week I did like 20
Late shows in my head
But hey, at least they're entertaining
Everyone is fucking judging me
I'm pretty that judge is faded
And it happens every time
I try to go to bed
Soon as the doors close
The camera men's ready to go, and
All the lights pointing right at me
I start getting nervous
One of this days
I'll die by being famous
So, "Hi"
I wish I had the confidence to sing a little more
To say something
To write songs
With lyrics people sing along
But I'm stuck
You heard "Cone" once
And that's enough
I wish I could show you places
I would love to go
Sing about the people
That make my life worth something
Songs to listen to when the sun comes out
But I don't know
Please understand
I ain't trynna be famous
I just wish
I could express myself better
So you don't think
My beats are everything I stress for
I want people to understand
Where I'm coming from
'Cus 655 is the perfect way
To explain you all
I'm not fine
I could use a little help here
And I'm on fire
But I don't care
'Cus Zippo fuel's expensive
I fucking hate this fake interviews at 2 a.m
Last week I did like 20
Late shows in my head
But hey, at least they're entertaining
Everyone is fucking judging me
I'm pretty that judge is faded
And it happens every time
I try to go to bed
Soon as the doors close
The camera men's ready to go, and
All the lights pointing right at me
I start getting nervous
One of this days
I'll die by being famous
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Writer(s): Oscar Salas
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