Perfectionist
A lot of y'all been asking questions
Like when is V!SN coming back
I get but honestly I've been obsessing on things
To the point where it's getting real hard to relax
I'm putting my foot on the gas
Ignoring the speed on the dash
And I don't think I've ever been in a place with my mental
Where I can avoid a relapse
Like whatchu expecting of me
I put out music but y'all ain't been seeing the truth
The fact that it's harder to breather
It's harder to spit when I feel like I've already wasted my youth
But it's cool though
Nothing else for me to do so
When I'm in the booth and I fuel those bad thoughts
One day they are gonna lose so what
Body bag
Make it zip up
Put my own body inside of it
Somewhere in there is a metaphor
'bout all the demons I'm fighting and
Honestly I've been controlling 'em now for a while
Cover the pain with a big fake smile
Turn on the mic make the crowd go wild like woah
That's the type of MO that I rep
Fill the song with broken verse about how V!SN is a mess
Paint a picture vivid bright and hope it's speaking to the the rest
Of broken people also hurting but can't get it off their chest
(Man I don't know)
I'm a perfectionist
Whatchu want
y'all ain't have to like me
If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be
Time to switch up I think
I'm damaging my psyche
Molding all my music toward the people who deny me
A masochist
Might be that but please don't get it twisted
Happiness is quite a stretch for what I feel when I've inflicted
Mental wounds and thoughtful scars
Leave me feeling so conflicted
'Cuz they make my music worth the time but bleeding is persistent
(I don't know)
I'm a perfectionist
Whatchu want
y'all ain't have to like me
If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be
Time to switch up I think
I'm damaging my psyche
Molding all my music toward the people who deny me
I'm a perfectionist
Whatchu want
y'all ain't have to like me
If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be
Time to switch up I think
I'm damaging my psyche
Molding all my music toward the people who deny me yuh yeah
(Chill)
Like when is V!SN coming back
I get but honestly I've been obsessing on things
To the point where it's getting real hard to relax
I'm putting my foot on the gas
Ignoring the speed on the dash
And I don't think I've ever been in a place with my mental
Where I can avoid a relapse
Like whatchu expecting of me
I put out music but y'all ain't been seeing the truth
The fact that it's harder to breather
It's harder to spit when I feel like I've already wasted my youth
But it's cool though
Nothing else for me to do so
When I'm in the booth and I fuel those bad thoughts
One day they are gonna lose so what
Body bag
Make it zip up
Put my own body inside of it
Somewhere in there is a metaphor
'bout all the demons I'm fighting and
Honestly I've been controlling 'em now for a while
Cover the pain with a big fake smile
Turn on the mic make the crowd go wild like woah
That's the type of MO that I rep
Fill the song with broken verse about how V!SN is a mess
Paint a picture vivid bright and hope it's speaking to the the rest
Of broken people also hurting but can't get it off their chest
(Man I don't know)
I'm a perfectionist
Whatchu want
y'all ain't have to like me
If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be
Time to switch up I think
I'm damaging my psyche
Molding all my music toward the people who deny me
A masochist
Might be that but please don't get it twisted
Happiness is quite a stretch for what I feel when I've inflicted
Mental wounds and thoughtful scars
Leave me feeling so conflicted
'Cuz they make my music worth the time but bleeding is persistent
(I don't know)
I'm a perfectionist
Whatchu want
y'all ain't have to like me
If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be
Time to switch up I think
I'm damaging my psyche
Molding all my music toward the people who deny me
I'm a perfectionist
Whatchu want
y'all ain't have to like me
If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be
Time to switch up I think
I'm damaging my psyche
Molding all my music toward the people who deny me yuh yeah
(Chill)
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Writer(s): Alexander Brouse
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