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[intro: abby]
woke up, feeling like i had a million
sh_t, i think i’m worth a million
just got told from old friends that “i’ve changed”, b_tch, i’ve had depression
f_ck a social status, i don’t need people who crave attention
i can’t shout you out, you better love me ‘fore you get that mention
missed when it was easy to manipulate as best friends
thought that i’d follow your drumbeat, with a quick reaction
i think you’re without redemption, be alive and give yourself a chance to mourn that sh_t is different, b_tch, i’m good!

[verse 1: abby]
all i want is just some d_mn affection
bring it out and show me who you really are, mirror reflection
giving me my d_mn self, it’s hard to see my real complexion
feels like everything is after me, so bad i can’t trust sh_t
i need you out my life so quick, i’m glad you did that sh_t yourself
it’s better for my mental health
my paranoia split itself, it only runs on what you dealt to me, man, you should get some help
you’ve tried a billion times, but every time you look at me!

[chorus: kros]
tried to let me in on the truth, i guess it wasn’t a farce
my lips had the key to my heart, made the glue to my falling apart
pick myself off the ground, all the f_cks to give it have died out
don’t come to the phone, well, yeah, i guess i’m good for now
[verse 2: ilysm]
i, i, i, i’m in a paradigm, ’cause sh_t get para_social
try to ghost ’em, paranormal, but that sh_t don’t feel right
take me back to real life, i been gettin’ real boastful
and there’s nothin’ to go toast about when u ain’t actin normal
so i wake up, count paper
still on top when the days done
b_tch, i got a ray gun, don’t say none
i’m a pack_a_punch b_tch, so you better run
sh_t, i better get it done, you won’t get a son
you just sound like terror reid, so you getter son
and b_tch, i’m care free, i’m just havin’ fun
how the f_ck am i on top when i’m ahead of them? hah
see them tweets, we don’t read your sh_t
all them tracks, best delete those b_tch
when i’m steppin’ i don’t need no feat
bars still heat, i won’t hear no beef
’cause you’re cooked in a second or less
i won’t hear it, i’m the best of the best
all yo sh_t get ran ’cause ya friends with snakes
all my friends’ big dogs, we get right up in yo face
we gon’ put ’em in they place, b_tch, i’m swingin’ my hog
so on top, i can’t see you at all
n0body here wanna be you at all
gettin’ real scared by an order this tall
this tall 6’2″ pretty b_tch, i ain’t takin’ no fall
and i ain’t helpin’ at all, can’t hold a candle to us, that’s all
[verse 3: lizzy]
they still tryna make me a target
moved out of the moldy apartment
now i’m in a gay house in la, in the raves, rock demonias, and i’m stomping
and now i’m on my own wave, i ain’t playin’ your games, they b_tton_mashing, i’m taunting
you’re linking your tape in off_topic
while i’m dropping a tape like it’s caution
bandcamp just slid a deposit (cha_ching!)
ain’t flexing my wallets, i pull up a leash and pet on my puppy like gromit
still a lizard, i’m monchin’ and cronchin’
and this ain’t no recess
only bar is what the team set (yeah)
oh, you just care about money?
fork and knife, i’ma eat that

[bridge: abby]
you only met me yesterday, so why the f_ck do you keep making jokes like we were friends?
yeah, we went back years and years, but sh_t changed, that’s how it is
power trip, you really think you wanted all the sh_t i did?
i get the feeling, but it’s hard to stand you, hard to f_cking live around you
after talking with you, all i feel is god d_mn paranoia
stunted, held back, terrified of what exists
i wish that i could go back to the times when all this sh_t was simple
back then, we went through tough sh_t, but that’s what gives me foggy vision
i tried to play both sides, but that don’t really feel like me
i tried to give you leeway for a year, and now i’m showing grief
i haven’t spoken this to you, so now i’m scared of this release
writing sh_t a month out and i’m still terrified to speak
i feel i’ve gotta break sh_t off, balancing hard since open me
i’ve got to f_cking open me, i’m tired of keeping so much peace
i’ve got to keep my world safe, real soon, i say “i disagree”
i wish you luck in future endeavors, whatever
but, i’m good!
[chorus: kros]
tried to let me in on the truth, i guess it wasn’t a farce
my lips had the key to my heart, made the glue to my falling apart
pick myself off the ground, all the f_cks to give it have died out
don’t come to the phone, well, yeah, i guess i’m good for now

- polyana usa

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