Insecure

They always say, what the hell is MATEØ mad about, cause when they see me in the hall
They think that I be looking out, for another person I recent had a falling out
With and now they want to fight and leave and say I chickened out
I see them checking out my shit because it's figured out
They try to go and do the same but plans are never carried out
It's why they're acting out, cause they don't want to work it out
And I can't even talk because my shit ain't even straightened out
I'm feeling crazy now, it doesn't matter people see me that way anyhow
Maybe it's the clothes I wear or maybe just the slitted brow
All I know is that I ain't too welcome on this side of town
Majority of people only know me cause I frown
They don't even acknowledge the fact that I still hold a crown
I promise that I'm not begging for you to take a bow but give me recognition instead of leaving me disavowed
These are only thoughts, but sometimes they get loud, how I feel alone as hell
And I'll be walking through a crowd
So many mumbles and conversations I might drown
Feel they see right through me like a motherfucking ultrasound
Distracting self with thoughts, so my head is in the clouds
I never really wanna deal with things that's on the ground, until I get a heavy thought weighing 100 pounds
Then it sends me going down, but it never breaks the sound
The good listener, always someone signature, unfortunately don't have anybody that it would occur
Occur to them that maybe I need something simpler, going through the motions is way to damn familiar
Extra curricular lyrical practitioner, half the people listening to this are thinking I'm nerd
Grasping bars more than a psychotic prisoner, I know nobody saying this I'm sorry man, I'm insecure

What, you, should I do it again
No, I'm out
Yeah, you're just insecure