I Know (Prod. Lipsmoker)

The skies are grey-scale in a prison hue,

but I'm wishing they were tinted like my Winter blues.

Dismal views will ensue if you grew

where your only silver-linings are contrails in a city view.

But a stiff upper lip's an unwritten rule,

even through a suicide epidemic we're living through.

And these pills never stitch a wound,

therapists feeling like interrogation interviews.

I was over youth when I was underage,

memories of Mother crying after she was underpaid.

Bullied for my weight & I was wishing I was underweight,

I never graduated so there's no careers to undertake.

And at this fucking rate, could become a young inmate;

run estates bunning haze, fund my ways from cutting weight.

Cos every time I tried to see a brighter Summers day

I thought of where I was & realise that all the colours fade.

 

(I know) I gotta rise-up on my own,

there's no time for me to moan

wasting life to get me dough, kidda I know.

What it's like to be alone

and the strife we see in store's

just the price of being born, yeah I know (x2).

 

Not lost within a pseudonym,

my art isn't a movie script,

I'm marketing a Truman flick.

Hardly even improving, shit,

I wrote another bar & had to toss it in the loony bin.

Don't wanna come across as an illusionist

I never made my music with intent of ever doing tricks.

Hearing rappers so often with the boujee shit,

I bet when you die you'll get a coffin with a Gucci print.

Swear down my life's darker than my humour is

but you insist I'm doing this to brag about the views it brings.

Long accepted I won't make it in this music biz,

I never even wanted to; I just wanna be true in it.

I could make it so your arse is where the shoe'll fit

but hate the tough talk, go be hard up in a uterus.

A mental health diary tryna find what the solution is

before I split my head & try to figure where the tumour is.

 

(I know) I gotta rise-up on my own,

there's no time for me to moan

wasting life to get me dough, kidda I know.

What it's like to be alone

and the strife we see in store's

just the price of being born, yeah I know (x2).