I Know (Prod. Lipsmoker)

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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).

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Member since July 10 2014

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