Yo, what's up, bro? You good

Aye, you seem a bit off lately. What's up

Yeah, bro, I'm good, man. I can't lie, I'm just a little bit introvert lately

Introvert? What

Introvert? What the fuck is that

Bro, I can't even. I can't really explain it. It's just

Define introvert Not revealing my thoughts or feelings

I'm too reserved Self-healing, Wolverine feeling

But all of that pain still hurts But I brush it off

Mum always said that I had tough skin since birth

I've been through the wars and I'm back Not even a scratch, tough skin's confirmed

I'm in my own world, just me and my music That is my universe

A place where all of my wounds subvert And music's my therapeutic nurse

Introvert, it means I don't like to speak But I'm sick with words

I say it with my chest, I'm a little complex But it's a gift and a curse

It's like a fight, but I use all my wisdom first So I write to all of my fingers hurt

I know my worth, I could've been a top boy But I'm a gifted nerd

I like reading books and I've still got people shook

Even though I'm a lovely person If my evil was to overcome my good

Then everyone's done, I'm certain

I'm lethal, but I lay dormant, peaceful

Sleeping until they open the curtain On my life, let the sun inside

And shine on my darkest burdens

I have two sides, dreamlike and introverted

The other, cynical and realistic

The other, cynical and realistic