Words

They know I rap, so they assume I do this and that I hang out with a certain crowd, so they think that I'm a scrap Like fuck that, I'm everything but that Smoke the drugs, rap, in a blunt wrap, and try to get my love back And run back to the people I ran away from See, I'm growing into man, but I'm still the same sum My mom raised and praised, she justs wants me to get A's But I just smoke weed and rap and look for better days And I ain't famous yet, but it sure feels like it Cos every time I spit my thoughts in the mic and people like it That's a thing for me, whether the crowd is big or small I [?] like a shit when I walk the school halls From the love on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook If you hate, say it to my face, that's fake in my book Shit it ain't about the fame, cos I just want to be heard From every single song to every little fucking word Words, the only thing that helped me write this Looking through the fake with the real shit on my eyelids I no longer know what right is and I can't find the light switch I'm tired of lending my thoughts just to make sure that you like this The pens, the only thing that helped me write this Looking through the fake with the real shit on my eyelids I no longer know what right is, it's the hunger to be heard But my voice ain't enough cos it's all about them words So tell me why the fuck you stick around like you like me You said it's not me, but it's you, shit it might be And at times, I spend my days here thinking Contemplating my life and how the fuck I'm living And I haven't really truly loved in more than over a year But it's fine, there's really no one that's worth loving here And these girls be thinking I be getting girls cos I'm a rapper Fuck that shit, if it was like that, I would've had her And truth is, these girls don't want a guy who doesn't do shit They's rather have that guy that comes to school with that new shit Cut that bullshit, "It ain't the looks, it's personality" If it was like that, I would have girls after me Oh, now that I rap and shit you want to talk to me Oh we can go I wouldn't exist to you, you wouldn't even walk with me I used to be the guy girls would push to the curb And now they wanna talk, I guess it's all about them words Words, the only thing that helped me write this Looking through the fake with the real shit on my eyelids I no longer know what right is and I can't find the light switch I'm tired of lending my thoughts just to make sure that you like this The pens, the only thing that helped me write this Looking through the fake with the real shit on my eyelids I no longer know what right is, it's the hunger to be heard But my voice ain't enough cos it's all about them words Mom I promise, I'm gonna be honest You gotta let me go, don't touch that Off switch I can have a shitty ass job and keep making songs But I'll be happy cos I know where I belong I can live on the streets, but as long as I got a beat I'll put something out that'll make you hit repeat I got my whole life to live and not much to give Plus I don't sit around regretting what I did The past is done and the future's become the main source of this music to show you where I'm from A broken heart, a rough start, all my music is free Cos you can't put a price on art, but a man's gotta eat Mom, they want music from me I live my life trying to find a seat or a shade in this heat Yo, but this is me, and yes I have the nerve to keep making songs and keep writing these words Words, the only thing that helped me write this Looking through the fake with the real shit on my eyelids I no longer know what right is and I can't find the light switch I'm tired of lending my thoughts just to make sure that you like this The pens, the only thing that helped me write this Looking through the fake with the real shit on my eyelids I no longer know what right is, it's the hunger to be heard But my voice ain't enough (It ain't enough)