Lyrics

I feel the pressure to be great So I need a lot of energy to create I mostly get it from people I can speak to once a week late That tell me how they relate All my friends are in a deep state So we talk about the things societies take Always lookin' for the thing bigger than the bigger thing That's bigger than the thing it made us wanna negate And momma told me not to see hate But mom I saw too many people think of me bate So familiar with fear my memory crate Is full of these deficiencies impossible to rebate So I spent the time that we ain't Listenin' to Marshall Mathers talk to me straight While the bullyin' increases at a steep rate I thought of suicide but the music had taught me restraint My tea's gone cold I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it would all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad I met a girl named Nikita, she's like a sweepstake Funny, smart, young, intelligent, upbeat, saint If this is not the type of girl I see for me, wait She's only eighteen, I wish she was twenty-eight At least she had a free date I hope she finds someone that's decent as a teammate Someone that teaches her it's not about ideal weight But deals weight in love and has enough ideals to debate And I'm just thankful I can see straight She's got so much to learn in life for we can equate And yet I think about her all the time and how to make her seem taint I think I'm just attracted to the clean slate But outside of all the feels, fate Has put me back into a state of mind that peace can't So I can finally get back to making beats, wake at least Seven days a week, create and sleep, and rewake And that's that type of shit I need, state So many bigger things in life I'm tryin' to pre-date I sure as hell do not believe in havin' demons at the steel gate So workin' on myself just never feels late I think that's all there's really meant to be, ache, 'Cause when there's ever any peace inside it seems fake And who am I to judge if that's a guaranteed trait All I know is I feel the pressure to be great
Writer(s): Alexander Spoor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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