Fractured Ego
It broke me down to a lesser man
On accident
Got the news
Didn't make it
So what, Use to sulk in the past
Now those feelings don't last
Ego died a minute ago
Now I'm on where next to go
Alone when I go
No twin by the portal when I enter
Hold my place in the mob with a flow
Simple, think about it
Coastin' in wet dreams on a wave
High from the praise
Hold my glock at the ready
Above the waist
Loaded for a wasteman
So raise dem hands
Collapse a clan
Smog got the roaches out
Hold my position, got 'em now
Laid the roost out
Organs and wings lay about as abundant as arthropods running routes
Yeah
Look
Yeah, yeah, yeah, loook
Build it up
Strength in numbers working in the summer
See the long winter coming
They don't know where to go
I only found it when I let it go
This idea of being what they see
All I can be is me
A mortal walking between the scenes
Rollin like a gator
Numb to the doubts
I'm focused hard
like I'm ridin the fader
Can't get right
Is that me or what they think I should be
Who decides if it's wrong
I don't know
Scared of what they might say
Got y'all barely living
Scared of what they might say
Got y'all barely thinkin
I'm Harsher in reality, call me a demon
Addicted to my craft
For my work I stay feening
We all get lost
But some don't make it out
A little bit of luck
Was enough to find a way out
On accident
Got the news
Didn't make it
So what, Use to sulk in the past
Now those feelings don't last
Ego died a minute ago
Now I'm on where next to go
Alone when I go
No twin by the portal when I enter
Hold my place in the mob with a flow
Simple, think about it
Coastin' in wet dreams on a wave
High from the praise
Hold my glock at the ready
Above the waist
Loaded for a wasteman
So raise dem hands
Collapse a clan
Smog got the roaches out
Hold my position, got 'em now
Laid the roost out
Organs and wings lay about as abundant as arthropods running routes
Yeah
Look
Yeah, yeah, yeah, loook
Build it up
Strength in numbers working in the summer
See the long winter coming
They don't know where to go
I only found it when I let it go
This idea of being what they see
All I can be is me
A mortal walking between the scenes
Rollin like a gator
Numb to the doubts
I'm focused hard
like I'm ridin the fader
Can't get right
Is that me or what they think I should be
Who decides if it's wrong
I don't know
Scared of what they might say
Got y'all barely living
Scared of what they might say
Got y'all barely thinkin
I'm Harsher in reality, call me a demon
Addicted to my craft
For my work I stay feening
We all get lost
But some don't make it out
A little bit of luck
Was enough to find a way out
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Hubbard
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