See Right Through (feat. Kay-Dot)
Locked away all the same
Everything won't fucking change
In my brain I can feel a thing
Everything won't go away
Spinning while I'm sinning
But you can't reciprocate anything that you're feeling
So I just walk away, it's all the same
Can you feel my fucking pain
Gonna blow my fucking brain
Fill the walls with the stain
They're stuck and won't go away
No reason to exaggerate
Time to procrastinate
So I wallow and die while I fucking fade away
I can see right through facades
I can see right through your brain
I can see right through your thoughts
I can see right through your pain
I've been telling you to keep your head up and try to work hard
And if you don't then you gon' die hard
I gotta smack hard I
Mmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Everyday my soul can heartbreak
Same thing
And I don't give a damn thing
I don't care a bitch
I might, I might pull up to a party in a clique
I got bitches on my dick and I got bitches on my shit
I be rapping on the beat, but I can't talk about my heart
I'm been tryna tell my mama that I'm tryna to be smart
I might try to go to college
I might try to get a job
I might tell her all these bitches that they better and I got bar-
I can see right through facades
I can see right through your brain
I can see right through your thoughts
I can see right through your pain
I've been telling you to keep your head up and try to work hard
And if you don't then you gon' die hard
I gotta smack hard I
Everything won't fucking change
In my brain I can feel a thing
Everything won't go away
Spinning while I'm sinning
But you can't reciprocate anything that you're feeling
So I just walk away, it's all the same
Can you feel my fucking pain
Gonna blow my fucking brain
Fill the walls with the stain
They're stuck and won't go away
No reason to exaggerate
Time to procrastinate
So I wallow and die while I fucking fade away
I can see right through facades
I can see right through your brain
I can see right through your thoughts
I can see right through your pain
I've been telling you to keep your head up and try to work hard
And if you don't then you gon' die hard
I gotta smack hard I
Mmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Everyday my soul can heartbreak
Same thing
And I don't give a damn thing
I don't care a bitch
I might, I might pull up to a party in a clique
I got bitches on my dick and I got bitches on my shit
I be rapping on the beat, but I can't talk about my heart
I'm been tryna tell my mama that I'm tryna to be smart
I might try to go to college
I might try to get a job
I might tell her all these bitches that they better and I got bar-
I can see right through facades
I can see right through your brain
I can see right through your thoughts
I can see right through your pain
I've been telling you to keep your head up and try to work hard
And if you don't then you gon' die hard
I gotta smack hard I
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Writer(s): Caleb Simmons
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