Aberration

If I rise up
Or whether I fall
I give them hell
I'm the cream of the crop my dog
You cant tell
Finding myself
Feigning for some inspiration still
Set on making music
Till my music pay the bills
Or till my music
Gets the views that it's deserving
Shit that's real
Feel like yugens already proof of exceptional skill
But they don't feel me yet
No they don't hear me yet
Guess you could say I'm somewhat of an aberration
All my contemplation and motivation
Exasperated
Separated
Except a group of few friends from graduation
Something similar to puddled up pavement
Evaporation
Is what occurs to you
When your friends is outdated
Noticing y'all ain't on the same pages
Y'all made for sidelines dog
I'm made for main stages
And all y'all mother fuckers can remain nameless
Rise up
Or whether I fall
I give them hell
I'm the cream of the crop my dog
You cant tell
Finding myself
Feigning for some inspiration still
Set on making music till my music pay the bills
For real
Set on making music till my music pay the bills
For real for real for real



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Hall
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