Exile
I'm so high can't feel street 'neath my feet
I'm so rude I give finger to teach
I don't wann hear manager speak
I slap dude for comment on speed
I've had to swallow my pride, that shit tasted bitter
I wear bandanas to hide the mark of a sinner
I've had to swallow my pride, but enough of that
Spent too many days choking up when up at bat
Lost too much family to heart attacks
So my heart guarded up, no more will I cry
My dad nearly died, my mom been fucked over
They still don't understand why I can't stand the thought someone standing over me
That's why I think college is rated overly
That shit just ain't for me
That shit just ain't for me
That shit
That shit just ain't for me
You should see what I aim to be
You should see what my story says, you should read my prophecy
You say you're quite offended by my honesty
Honestly, keep flippin shit I'll be sippin on this tea
Like, wtf, since when do you give a fuck bout artistry?
Come for me w confidence, you ain't steppin near my circumference
I was raised w no common sense
I remain cool, calm and collect
Like, yeah, fuck w me one time, fuck w me one I won't disappoint
Don't go on tangents, I'm straight to the point
Everyone became a target when they exiled the boy
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