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[Verse #1} [BL:] - Speaker phones blasted I need to grow

massive. I can't be at home, I got see the masses.

I got to live life active,it was grey and black mixed.

Now its vibrant colors so alive I'm in utter. Disbelief I'm like no other, i feel like i

can make history. I was smothered six feet deep in the gutter.

no one seamed to hear a peep now they wonder. Who's that kid b number one, but I was under

one. At zero, on the couch covered up and got the

weed blown. I just cared for the munchies and the remote.

Closet friends telling me I am a fucking looser. Poker face on but trust me those words do

hurt. Lectures from friends parents the pressure

with in. Pressing against this wall but never again

will I fall. They will remember him when he's gone.

The grind never ends until the World hears my songs.

[Chorus:] [Pinny goodman:]-Ive become so numb, I can't

feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware

I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you.

[verse #2]

[ben:]-What is pain what is joy, When it rains when it pours.

And you cant just ignore, In my brain theres a war.

Cant escape from my thoughts so. i just pretend like i aint fazed

Roll it up yo. living to the rythem of the bass and the drum

roll. Shooting for stars,

But its hella hard to aim through the haze and the gun smoke.

Life hard And every day is a struggle. But i aint finna let it push me around.

They Use to look at me down B look at me now. I slamed my fist on a table and my foot on

the ground. Mista shoulda coulda woulda

wasn't good enough now. See him rocking stages

In places u aint u even fucking knew Were around.

Im doin it now. So when u hear me in Your stereo letting my

feelings go. and u thinking and feeling critical.

Get back up up on that winner flo And turn the music up loud. im singing

[Chorus #2:]

[Pinny goodman:]-I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you.

And every second I waste is more than I can take.