Critique

Yeah
This a song for them critiques out there
The ones who feel like they gotta practice their freedom of speech in your ears
Or on your social media page
It's freedom to speak my nigga, not freedom to speak to me
Practice that shit on your own time and in your own space, I ain't tryna hear that

Seems like everyone's A government official, politician
Spokesman on global communism, bored bitches
Everyone's a private investigator, poor Twitter
Bout to kick a vibe, so just kick back and pour liquor

Because everybody's got a solution that's the fucking problem
Can't even identify 'em but you're tryna solve 'em
My relationship is my relationship
Worry 'bout why your nigga ain't picking up the phone when you call him

Teno are you this, is your lady that?
Aren't you separated, you gon' try and get your lady back?
Acting like you give a fuck, man enough with the shady acts
All that shit you're doing just isn't gon' get you paid, in fact

If you gotta ask, shut the hell up, you ain't my friend
'Cause they just wanna get to say they helped you make it through this
That way when you make it big, they call for favors you owe
I could be dying I still would act like I don't even know 'em
Straight critiques

Don't wanna tell you how I feel, never mind
That way you can't say it's real, or that I lied
What's important is that I can wear a smile, say I tried
Why the fuck you think I need your four stars, even five

Fuck it, I know how to try
The first pilot had to teach himself how to fly
First poet, how to write
So why the fuck you tryna fake help me bitch
I need support, not some human that I can tell secrets, god damn (Oh nah)

Why's it so hard to be a man
Can't even stand on my own sometimes, yeah
Can't even say what's on my mind, yeah
I gotta say God damn
Why's it so hard to be a man
Can't even stand on my own sometimes, yeah
Can't even say what's on my mind, yeah
I gotta take time

You'll never see me, a man, stretching my hand
Unless I'm clearing a loan, collecting keys to a home
Seeking signal for my phone, there's a connection
Best listener doesn't really mean you're the best friend

If that shit offends you, I was right, fuck with my words
Cheetahs are fly as a bitch but they just can't run with the birds
You got your hands tied, 'cause while God is holding the world
I was holding the world hostage, gimme your purse, zip it

And open your mind, take shit one step at a time
Can't take control of your life, so why're you out here judging mine
Hear what I say and be defended, see what I do and be blind
Revision is far from my preference, but reminiscing is fine

Means I don't learn from the past, 'cause my professor is present
If you were s'pose to know the answers to the test, you would set it
Failure ain't shit to regret, it just shows me I wasn't ready
But you can't go back and get it right, just do better and set it straight for the critiques

Don't wanna tell you how I feel, never mind
That way you can't say it's real, or that I lied
What's important is that I can wear a smile, say I tried
Why the fuck you think I need your four stars, even five

Fuck it, I know how to try
The first pilot had to teach himself how to fly
First poet, how to write
So why the fuck you tryna fake help me bitch
I need support, not some human that I can tell secrets, god damn (Oh nah)

Why's it so hard to be a man
Can't even stand on my own sometimes, yeah
Can't even say what's on my mind, yeah
I gotta say God damn
Why's it so hard to be a man
Can't even stand on my own sometimes, yeah
Can't even say what's on my mind, yeah
I gotta take time



Credits
Writer(s): Kiefer Telfer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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