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I show potential through a scream We start to act the same, control delete 'Cause I feel emotion, but only when I create And you let a dollar sign take that away Bitches sell they soul to people they don't know, no Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no Hatred, buked up resentment, a follow or mention annihilates friendships, so Build my repertoire hoping I can make it far Live in a society where hope is not enough One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one End of your duration Picture perfect, say you're outdone Esteem assassination Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face But I know my place in the archive Sell my passion for headlines Sign the bull straight dotted line The role of master is assigned No longer is my art piece mind Connect the USB Invest your time in me I'd like it if you would Maintain my livelihood Bitches sell they soul to people they don't know, know Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no Hatred, buked up resentment, a follow or mention annihilates friendships, so Build my legacy, knowing I built it for me Hope I find my peace, trying not to please the monarchy One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one End of your duration Picture perfect say you're outdone Esteem assassination Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face But I know my place in the archive Wise in what what I say Construct reform my phrasing Careers get canceled by the same people that make made them I'll give you most of me But just know I still got a piece Will public be account as long you know you don't own me Give a stack, but you still gotta pay your pretty-boy tax You choose, you can have all the fame, or have the respect Reflect, was it worth all the stress you put on yourself? Debut, chasing dreams, have you caught up yet One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one End of your duration Picture perfect say you're outdone Esteem assassination Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face But I know my place in the archive One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one End of your duration Picture perfect say you're outdone Esteem assassination Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face But I know my place in the archive