Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] Fuck a buck I get paid, I'm in love with the game Writing raps in the shade thinking of shit I could say The homie Tanger just hit me up with a beat I should slay I take a stroll through the bay as I jot this shit out my brain Awfully anxious, hope this song come out great Because my anxiety's been starting to feel more real every day Whether it's fear of losing interest or the fear that I ain't Both realities are scary 'cause there's struggle with fame [Verse 2] Starting to feel like Logic yapping, yelling "who can relate?" (Woo!) My life's so different from the person I was back in the day I wonder if the people who knew me back when we were in grades Are thinking "shit, she's really doing it" or laughing from hate It's hard to be relatable yet flavorful when talking in a mic When I finish this I'll probably wonder if I did it right Ponder if the people listening to me even read the lines Or just bop their heads while I'm just tryna talk and cope with life [Verse 3] Guess I'm cool with either, floatin' through the ether Ain't left the studio, I need a couple week breather 'Cause I'm a weak breather when it comes to socializing Social eyes in focus on a girl who raps, I close my eyelids And put the headphones on so no one tries to pry in Not even music playing, sitting on the train in silence Making sure nobody looks me in my fucking iris Or maybe I should try it Look [Bridge] When I come through blasting music in my beats In a world with only me, pretending Saying I don't keep narcissistic tendencies all in my rotation Bad thoughts, got like ten at least Starting to show up physically, you'd think I had telepathy (Yeah) [Verse 4] When I look up in the mirror at my eyes, bags underneath Boyfriend asks "how is she?", mama say "she didn't sleep" I been stackin' hella cheese just from making melodies Maybe I need therapy Almost crave jealousy from others just to validate myself I gotta work on that, guess I ain't perfect, I need some help So put my ego on a shelf and let me build up something else Confidence should not be something you abuse when given wealth I been walking more, outside talking more, homies steady calling more Shit, it ain't much but it means the universe to me Fuck the people who knew me Love the people that know me Fuck it bro, this the new me I'd rather this me than old me [Outro] Type shit Yeah ISSBROKIE Or SHTEPPI Or whatever I'm gonna be credited as on this song Whatever at this point