Still Standing
I just landed
Walk through the fire and dust off the damage uh
They can't stand it
Been through the worst and somehow i still manage uh
You a manic, mean you insane
I been through all the planning bitch
I don't need no pity
I'm broken but i am the one that still standing bitch
Still standing, still here
You throw a tantrum when you seeing that i won't back down
Been to the depths of my mind and i'm still tryna figure it out
How to get out this town
It ain't my home
Thoughts in my brain that won't leave me alone
Gravity crushing me feels like the weight on my shoulders enough to knock me out my zone
But you can't tho
You can't knock me
Bitch know you toxic
My mind is telling me to sell out the moshpit
Cause i'm focused on the finer things
Don't give a fuck about your rep or your designer things
It's been another couple years and bitch i'm dying to win
I'm dying again, I'm starting to spin
And my eyes blur
New fade baby look at my sideburns
You know i made it up next now it's my turn
Yeah you holding me back, even though you my friend
I'm cutting you off you ain't focusing in
You just want the money immediate
You don't know sacrifice for the team
You too caught up in material things
Don't wanna work don't you think that i been?
I'm done giving out opportunity make it yourself
But i guess you don't know how to win? aye
Walk through the fire and dust off the damage uh
They can't stand it
Been through the worst and somehow i still manage uh
You a manic, mean you insane
I been through all the planning bitch
I don't need no pity
I'm broken but i am the one that still standing bitch
Still standing, still here
You throw a tantrum when you seeing that i won't back down
Been to the depths of my mind and i'm still tryna figure it out
How to get out this town
It ain't my home
Thoughts in my brain that won't leave me alone
Gravity crushing me feels like the weight on my shoulders enough to knock me out my zone
But you can't tho
You can't knock me
Bitch know you toxic
My mind is telling me to sell out the moshpit
Cause i'm focused on the finer things
Don't give a fuck about your rep or your designer things
It's been another couple years and bitch i'm dying to win
I'm dying again, I'm starting to spin
And my eyes blur
New fade baby look at my sideburns
You know i made it up next now it's my turn
Yeah you holding me back, even though you my friend
I'm cutting you off you ain't focusing in
You just want the money immediate
You don't know sacrifice for the team
You too caught up in material things
Don't wanna work don't you think that i been?
I'm done giving out opportunity make it yourself
But i guess you don't know how to win? aye
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Writer(s): William Ramjass
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