They raised me to be special till I figured out I’m not

It was honestly a shitty thing to teach a little tot

Right now I’m not great but that don’t mean that I won’t be

I might find myself above ya like I’m Obi Wan Kenobi

On the high ground

Not saying goodbye now

Just saying I’m only stickin’ ‘round till I can fly now

Why so serious?

Delirious

Just go be like that not with me

Hang around if you’ll help me with topping these monstrosities

We’re rocking these

New looks

Eyes up from your school books

Everybody gaze at me and realize how a fool looks

I’m failing and I’m flailing till I somehow catch my breath

I’m pushing and I’m squeezing till there’s nothing fucking left

I’m so upset

Thought I outta be a prodigy

I’m honestly an oddity

It’s gotta be an Odyssey

To get to where I wanna be

Sailing through the waters all forgotten and uncharted

But it’s honestly no pressure

I ain’t even really started man

I’ll take your expectations, pass it

That’s my habit

Leave you flabbergasted

Grab the car and gas it

Automatic

Time for drastic action

Static to fantastic, now I’m living like I’m brilliant

I’ll show my true colors like a billion chameleons

My mind moves at a million megameters a minute

You thought that we’d be done but we ain’t even close to finished

You ain’t even s’posed to finish

Man you got some gross opinions

You need a girl to latch on to? My god you’re so dependent

I’m a grandiloquent elegant elephant dwellin’ in melanin

Slavery is wrong but take my old self cause I’m sellin’ him

I’m sick of psycho sycophants sucking on my success

And if he won’t suck less then he’ll have to truck West

Fuck this

I’m growing as a person so expect to respect me

No longer gonna worsen so accept you’ll accept me

They raised me to be special till I figured out I’m not

But maybe they were right and I was wrong all along

What makes you special?

Um, hahaha

Ooh! That is not an easy question

Being a mom makes me special, being a teacher makes me special

Being a kind person who cares about others makes me special

So, what makes me special?

Uh, I guess I am no more special than anyone else, and

Other than I am my own unique, individual, human entity

Um, I think that generally people would say that I think about other people before I think about myself

That’s what makes people special is their flaws because

Um, that’s just how people are and if everyone was the same with no flaws then nobody would be special

Uh I used to hate myself a lot, uh, but now I don’t so

Growth? If that makes any sense