Sexcapism

Now that I rhyme, I swear they just wanna hit
And I just want to get away from it
But crave the intimacy with the audiences
It's a challenge just to say no
I stay on tour, while staying broke
Staying open to the world to see my offerings of soul
Feeling at home when on the road most
So it's impossible to get close to another, yo
And under covers it really gets on some other ish
I swore I'd never get into this
It ain't all my interest
To have relations for just one night
And then another one after rocking another mic
While I'm missing my ex-girl
Make-up sex with the next girl
The second I get serious she crushes my whole world
Just like when they get serious I'm off like a damn squirrel
Tryna get, you know the rest
It hurts that it done come to this
But I gotta get it off my chest
Then put it to a rest
I mess around to fill the emptiness
As it just gets deeper

They don't know me
They just love what's in they speakers
Why we scared of women that could be our teachers
It's just the freak in me, or is it self-pity

I try to fill the emptiness
It gets deeper
They don't know me
They just love what's in they speakers
Why we scared of women that could be our teachers
This isn't love
I'm just sinking in deeper

I grew alone
Always alone
Some of you know the story
With all this shit I talk still feel like my life's kind of boring
I make music, eat food, crate dig, and I'm true
Crave hella solitude, no matter what the mood
I don't got a lot of shoes
Wear these soles to the end
The best love I was ever in was a friend first
It still hurts
But she's happy when I see her
So it's for the best, I guess
I got lessons to invest too
What you love you gotta let it go and grow too
Even though you want to hold that one that holds you
Sometimes you'll settle for someone that doesn't know you
Because you think the one that does doesn't deserve you

I try to fill the emptiness
As it gets deeper
They don't know me
They just love what's in they speakers
Why we scared of women that could be our teachers
It's just the freak in me, or is it self-pity

I try to fill the emptiness
It gets deeper
They don't know me
They just love what's in they speakers
Why we scared of women that could be our teachers
This isn't love
I'm just sinking in deeper

I don't know love
Like bell hooks does
You could stay read up
But put the theory into practice
Words can't capture this
I'm all half a bliss
Even though I know better
Wearing my own advice like a old sweater
Same ol' s.o.s. rain and cold weather
Lonely hearts roam here, they want affection
Who want to kiss while we hate our own reflection
I know it gets depressing when misery's all up on you
Sadder they are, it's like more they want to call you
You start to fall too
Cuz it's hard to see somebody beautiful
Not see it in themselves too
But they salvation ain't got nothing to do with you
The only one that could free you, is you
I'm through

It's like I'm sleep sinking deep while they sleep and we sleeping together

I try to fill the emptiness
As it gets deeper
They don't know me
They just love what's in they speakers
Why we scared of women that could be our teachers
It's just the freak in me, or is it self-pity

I try to fill the emptiness
It gets deeper
They don't know me
They just love what's in they speakers
Why we scared of women that could be our teachers
This isn't love
I'm just sinking in deeper