Doin Me
I'm trapped in a world,
Wish i could move forward;
stuck in the past,
my mind is trying to store it.
Lookin over my shoulder,
i see a string tied;
its tied to my waste,
Lookin back I see a boulder.
All i wanna do is break free,
Like a butterfly from its cacoon.
I'm trynna do me, as you see
People trynna hold me back, I wont let them
Like old office paper, I'll shred them.
Feet never touch the ground, I'm high
No lie, sometimes i even fly.
I watch clouds float by,
never get rained on cuz I'm to high
so shout out to my haters, "Have a great day"
and I'll see you later
cuz imma stay doin me,
thats the only way my life can be!
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