Goal Dysmorphia

Lyrics

Uh I don't have imposter syndrome Been making beats since the Linn Drum So tell me why am I defending Our venom We been baking up the dopest music Breaking up And then back to doing What we do and too sick for this culture's muses Reduces everything to shoe's and crews and jewels and hooters That's what they do to soothe the savage beast Of peeps with DNA that's encoded with trauma from the enslaved We been making straight A's While they out to degrade Let me be h- h- honest of where I am It seems that I've been scraping from the bottom of the can My dream was self esteem in Goddess and band And when I think about that way, man Have I arrived Have I arrived There's so many friends that did not survive From a certain lens I have more than thrived Yet, when I look in my soul I got goal dysmorphia Go Go Uh Huh its your birthday Go squad go squad I tried to take it to a therapist Not trying to be arrogant But two hundred and fifty dollars for an hour of talk is ludicrous We just getting into it Not scratching the surface Of things that's hurting I'm certain that the things you are blurting Just worsens Everything that I'm thinking I can do bad by myself One hour one way for help An hour for show and tell And an hour and half back Three hours and half I lacked Sitting in traffic Bored and mad Maybe I could get on the beat machine Make some music and grooves That make me a human being Then I can't wait for another tour To be on the scene Maybe I don't have to be lost to be wandering Let's go Go Go Uh huh its your birthday Go squad Go squad Let me be h- h- honest of where I am It seems that I've been scraping from the bottom of the can My dream was self esteem in Goddess and band And when I think about that way, man Have I arrived Have I arrived There's so many friends that did not survive From a certain lens I have more than thrived Yet, when I look in my soul I got goal dysmorphia Go Go Uh huh its your birthday Go squad go Squad So to combat dysmorphia I bought a silver Porsche Red interior, drop top Automatic when it got hot Me and wifey would stop And shop At the thrift spots Get a lot Hop back on Eighty-five Then pop back to the ranch house Open the lock box Left over moneys saved for renovations Picture frames for accolades and affirmations And a lit pedestal For where the Grammys go Constant reminders of who I am and where I've gone God did not disappoint or forget His promises are divine and opulent No op can oppose That which HE gives So I live In a better place than where I did Still on the journey For wisdom and more discerning Goal dysmorphia is going through a metamorphosis I'm adoring this