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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aria Sedehi
Songwriter
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Look-look-look at these problems you started yourself
While I sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt
And propel you to melt, so please pardon my yells
'Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you did so unwell (yeah, yeah)
It exists in conditions, I'm starvin' to tell (yeah, yeah)
Instead, I stay timid, get lost in my shell (yeah, yeah)
And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel (yeah)
Bitch, I quit drinkin', I'm sinkin' in vomit I belch
And beginnin' to think I could opt for some help (yeah)
All of my thoughts, they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink (yeah)
Wish I could just be more limber or be less distinct
Instead, I yell timber depressions in sync with my temper (yeah, yeah)
That shit all grows heavy
I vent to my shrink 'til it's slender as feathers (yeah, yeah)
Meticulous new repetitions
I let it relinquish what I can't remember, so tender (yeah, yeah)
But what difference does it make with the distance that I take?
I'd rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes (yeah, yeah)
I spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes
You wretched fucks are asbestos, I can't try to behave (yeah, yeah)
I don't want to spend any more time tryna debate
I'm still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate
As the time shatters
Rewind, won't align all your lies with my laughter
I brine in sublime, and latch onto my habits
I find when I'm manic
And 'til I go peak, all my passion is bleak
'Til you all reach my new absence
Let that all read as my way of now gettin' complete
And redeemin' the panic, this shit is no feat
It's a means of me slammin' you hoes into granite
You hoes all, go show off your glow into cameras
Instagram models, be damned if I cannot fuck
All of those filters can't help what the damage does
'Cause you're a 6 just like digits from Canada (6)
Business as usual, city is cancerous
Writtens I drew the truth, so much less glamorous
Can't handle gambles, I travel from lands
Where I drag my love forward with bags of drugs
Packin' up, I've got a lack of trust
From all the knives in my back, I'm not backin' up
'Cause all these wounds make my breathin' hard
Like your damn asthma does
You've got a bag of tricks, well, I've got active love
Holdin' raps captive
Connect them all like it's a pack of plugs
Sold off the raps I sung
You're all so old, but you're actin' young
Tricks are for kids, and I told 'em I had enough
Look at these problems you started yourself
While I sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt
And propel you to melt, so please pardon my yells
'Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you did so unwell
It exists in conditions, I'm starvin' to tell
Instead, I stay timid, get lost in my shell
And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel
Look at these problems you started yourself
While I sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt
And propel you to melt, so please pardon my yells
'Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you did so unwell
It exists in conditions, I'm starvin' to tell
Instead, I stay timid, get lost in my shell
And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you
Look at you, look at you
You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you
Writer(s): Aria Sedehi
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