Fakes, stress, dreaming. x4

"My Sights, my sights ain't right."

That's what you say all night

So uh, what's your problem?

(What's your problem, what's your problem?)

I've been left out for a day

And I've already been phased

Ain't phase-canceled like sine waves

You lame vacillating snakes

That's why I got my old friends

Though I don't wanna hang with them cause I fear association with the social rejects

No offense, cause I know they're listening

I guess it's back to walking lone again

I may not be in the right for faking my friends

But all my fake friends will return when this career begins

Over-analyzing like a speculation

That chick is busy with homework but my schedule's advanced placement

I'm still hanging though. Every day unlike "you know."

I can see through you all so why you pretend like I don't even have a soul?

Thought you was top, talk to the talker

You're not individual, you're a puppet sock

All you got's service and sports. nothing even else

Crying over grades, you got bigger problems

Repeat it, repeat it, I mean it. No sass

I got more skills than the ASB staff

I just do many things while you just watch TV

"My Sights, my sights ain't right."

That's what you say all night

So uh, what's your problem?

(What's your problem, what's your problem?)

Many years have past

Lemme talk bout tracks

Cause I'm still disrespected in this city of friendships

I keep my friends closer but I just can't afford that

Cause they ain't a normal batch but they got the nerve to act on a kid

Listen here I might be crazy but that doesn't mean that this should be disregarded as some other crazy antics

I be rapping producing and mixing

Staying up simpin' and sipping

This Water saves me from drowning. (Drowning)

And while that keeps on happening y'all just ball

And bail out on recording just cause I ain't no Jordan

Y'all just like Taylor Swift: Snakes dressed up as teenagers

How can you catch my drift? Tell me what are my changes

I'm in a state where I don't know if what you say is even true

Tell me that my songs are dope but maybe it's to get it through

I ain't having that. Just tell me if that stuff's wack

Cause I'm surrounding myself with haters labeled as my friends

"My Sights, my sights ain't right."

That's what you say all night

So uh, what's your problem?

(What's your problem, what's your problem?)

Suburbia. x4