NF
Returns
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What is perfect? Not me
I've been overworking for weeks
I go home and purchase some things
That I know will not fill my needs
Have a dose of what I've achieved
Then get lonesome and I critique
Who I am and what I believe
Make up standards too high to reach

Untrained animal off the leash
I'm in panic, but yet relieved
Brought your hammock to hang with me?
Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree
Like a mannequin that can speak
What I have in store is unique
I just mop the floors with MCs
I can't stop until things are clean

I'm an amateur's what you think
So you stand there in disbelief
'Til I dislocate both your feet
That's what happens, you step to me
Not too graphic, but not PG
Lots of action in every scene
I'm kidnapping all of your dreams
Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (ah!)

Grab a side, I am what I advertise
Don't matter how you put it, we live
Then we have to die
You might hate it, but you can't deny
See, everything that I've been doing got me looking like a mastermind
It's so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizing
Took a vision of my dreams
And then found a better way that I can make it
I've been looking, think I'm really 'bout to maximize it (agh!)

There's bullets formed in my mind, they come out my mouth and (pow, pow, pow)
For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (watch, watch, watch)
Forget what you heard about me, I've been astounding (God, God, God)
Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me

Yeah, ain't this all I ever wanted?
That's a fact, no, that's a lie, no
I'm confused, yeah, I got problems
What's the use? Yeah, let's be honest
Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened
Not amused, yeah, look what I did
Brought you something, hope you like it
So precise, the flow the nicest
So productive, stop your whining
Back in style like I was vinyl
I make songs and they go viral
Something's off if I go idle
"Been so long," yeah, okay, I know
Take your shoes off, you're in my home
You got fans, but not like I do, yeah

Thankful, I try to be, can't contain what's inside of me
They don't like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy
I question what I can see if you're not playing my CD
No expiring, I'll decide when I think it's my time to leave (woo)
Yeah, 'cause then won't retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring
When I'm lower, feel like I'm spiraling
Pushing forward, look, I can't ignore it
There ain't no I in team, but drop the T and A
Sometimes, if I'm being honest, feels like it's only me
No defeat, notably, better have it right if you're quoting me
Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something
Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you're close to me
Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem

Selfishly watching y'all helplessly pretend you're on my planet
Shoot you out of the sky like you're punchlines, you are not landing
Gun jamming, reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue
Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, pastors
Show up to my funeral wearing all black, and what's happening?
I look around and wonder, "Where my fans at?"
Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I'm not in that casket
Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes

My music's superb, playing with words, play with my nerves
They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts
Very absurd, very disturbed
Stare at the Earth like, "This is not the place I was birthed"
I'm generic, you sure?
Oh, they think I'm very reserved
'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy work
I don't care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse
While I'm wearing my merch', stomping on your arrogant turf

Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work
This life's so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves
I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I'm dirt
I've patiently been waiting, please, I think it's time for my turn
My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I'm hurt
Just let me be, eventually someday they'll see what I'm worth
I cross my Is and dot my Ts, it makes no sense, but I've learned
No more to you is not me, the outcast finally returns