Nah

Trust the distractions
Gut feelings are factual
Unlearn the indifference and let them guide your actions
What you know about the process of mass creation
In my shoes one day
You wouldn't have the patience
Step onto the rock bottom
Yup she down to earth
How much are we compromising
What are dreams worth
Brain moving too fast
The words are burning
Acid reflux from the way the world's turning
Make it my own
Til I die I'll be learning
Yeah
To whom ever it may concern then
Lady mask-a-lot
But the mask it is breaking
From the sheer antipathy toward all the faking
Welcome to the sound church
My soul is aching
If you think you know me you are probably mistaken
Policing the credit yo I'm done it got taken
But I don't give a shit one would think that I'm shaken
Only known territory when I feel forsaken
Feelings so raw I don't even need baking
Built my escapes and I knew that I'd make it
Contraries are often legends in the making

Scandal
You should write to the Standard
Caught the woman writing this rhyme like red handed
Each of them bringing their own delight to the table
Start talking about myself in third person - handled
Let me see what else is missing from my repertoire psyche
I don't really give a fuck I'm already too far yikes
Looking at them shrinking in my rear view mirror
I know that none of you are really what you appear uh
To be or not
I just realised what that meant
Heard the phrase a million times
Never got the sentiment
Every now and then I realise how dumb I was
What you wanna be when you grow up
A lie detector cuz
All my sherlocks front row getting shocked
Didn't expect all this wittines in my verse
I shit you not

Let 'em
Let 'em
Say what they wanna
Y'all ain't never been number one
Nah



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Writer(s): Iva Kovac
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