Myself
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I feel like I'm losing myself
I barely live for myself
Im living for everyone else
And what's best for them for me is just hell
I always just hurt by myself
To be honest, I'm too scared for help
I know that you think that im happy but honest I'm really just not doing well
I know that my Grandpa is gone
I got so much shit I can tell
I hope that he proud of me for all the music, and all of the shit that I spell
He probably ain't proud of my grades
He never thought I would've failed
But hopefully the rapping can pay
Cause I know that I just ain't cut out for yale
I know that chance risky to take and Mom wants plan so I can go bail
But it feels like she think that im faking when I say I'm destined for money and sales
I ain't selling enough like a wrestler
I don't got self drive like a Tesla
My Ex I no longer text her
I think I know best till my Mom hit me with a long ass lecture
Like "I want you to graduate that's all that I ask"
"You don't wanna have no plan if the rap don't work and you don't wanna up end like Dad"
Like have some faith in me and believe I ain't gonna give up just like that
I know that dad was good and all but he really just ain't good like that
I put my soul into rap
And he just joked with the rap
So if we look at the facts which moody really had the greatest chance
And my friends weren't always fans
Took 5 years to convince they ass
That my shit was gas not trash
Now imagine for 5 years of your passion everyone heard and they just laughed
I was tough never burned and crashed
It meant to go work my craft
And perfect every word I had
I'm urgent to pay Mom back
It'll be less if I don't earn in rap
And get stuck at that working crap
Imma leave my stamp in the game and hope that her is glad
Yeah
Yeah
I feel like I'm losing myself
I barely live for myself
Im living for everyone else
And what's best for them for me is just hell
I always just hurt by myself
To be honest, I'm too scared for help
I know that you think that im happy but honest I'm really just not doing well
I know that my Grandpa is gone
I got so much shit I can tell
I hope that he proud of me for all the music, and all of the shit that I spell
He probably ain't proud of my grades
He never thought I would've failed
But hopefully the rapping can pay
Cause I know that I just ain't cut out for yale
I know that chance risky to take and Mom wants plan so I can go bail
But it feels like she think that im faking when I say I'm destined for money and sales
I ain't selling enough like a wrestler
I don't got self drive like a Tesla
My Ex I no longer text her
I think I know best till my Mom hit me with a long ass lecture
Like "I want you to graduate that's all that I ask"
"You don't wanna have no plan if the rap don't work and you don't wanna up end like Dad"
Like have some faith in me and believe I ain't gonna give up just like that
I know that dad was good and all but he really just ain't good like that
I put my soul into rap
And he just joked with the rap
So if we look at the facts which moody really had the greatest chance
And my friends weren't always fans
Took 5 years to convince they ass
That my shit was gas not trash
Now imagine for 5 years of your passion everyone heard and they just laughed
I was tough never burned and crashed
It meant to go work my craft
And perfect every word I had
I'm urgent to pay Mom back
It'll be less if I don't earn in rap
And get stuck at that working crap
Imma leave my stamp in the game and hope that her is glad
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Writer(s): Preston D. Shersty-moody
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