unreleased demo
beat by masked man
i DO NOT own the instrumental in this demo
lyrics
i'm navigating femininity with itty-bitty tees
and driving through a street that feels just like infinity
then holding on the smoking corner with some mississipi peace
the industry just like a bitch that wanna get inside of me!
take 1, take 2, take 3, take 4
take all my days to play
and pause then take some more
make is make sense just like i
did before
i wake up to keep my scores
i'm tryna own my
religion
ain't tryna disrespect what i got given
my mind
my waters my head showing inhibitions
my skin my wounds and my
pain feeling a little ambitious
ain't wasting all of my wishes
tryna be viscious
when god teaching you lessons
better
shut your mouth and listen
better sit down, be humble and play
it with intermissions
say it with some conviction and pray for
your addictions
i paid for my prescriptions so i hit it with
precision
this feminism, activism, cynicism, mechanisms hating on the
man
now this feeling like capitalisms
they capping till
the truth fit them better
they aggravating the weather
they chewing up on my leather?
something 'bout birds of
a feather
don't let me catch you with them
they 'bout
the narcissisms
they playing heroes and villians
this
ain't no game no kidding
stay in their lane of fictions
it's like they got tunnel visions
my mother earth run
the traffic and when i listened,
she been classy mystified,
now our homes been gentrified, all this plastic compromised and the
millions can't decide on the classes the kids providing the internet
being violent, i'll lose a bet to remind you of people standing
behind you and evil, the kind inside you ain't hurting like it's
designed to - it kills the energy and the memories of those you lied
to, and your worst enemy's been the rememdy right beside you, but
who the fuck am i when i was someone just like you?