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Yes, I wanna be significant to more than one person To me she means the world, I don't want her to feel burdened Thank you for saying it's okay and through this, we will work through Now, I just wanna make my songs and end up being stable I don't want no label Sitting at no plain round table I don't want the CEO telling me who to relate to I've already learnt that through trials and tribulations Why you think I got you bopping to my sentimentals I've been lying to myself thinking that I don't need help too Never rap about my feelings Keep them in my mental I know that unhealthy 'cause lately things have become stressful Can't think about anything but music or when I text you You made me realize I was never full frontal I guess that's why my emotions are coming out in bundles Well, at least that's more material for me to write to 'Cause when I whip my pen out, on that page I crumble Listen, I've been empty on the inside, no lie What's the point of living when you've got no life I've told myself this a couple hundred times Then put my mask on and rap about disguises What a surprise But have you looked me in my eyes and really seen the light? What a surprise But have you looked me in my eyes and seen that I'm alright? I'm fine Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much You gotta pretend Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much You gotta pretend But I still wanna be that true light Like a kite, taking flight Yeah I'm reaching new heights Outta spite, you stay quiet 'cause you scheming You know the only reason I stay quiet? 'Cause I'm dreaming You wanna know the reason I stay quiet? 'Cause I'm healing It started with a feeling, then a glow and now I'm beaming It started with a verse, I let it deepen, now I believe it Like an onion, leave you senti with the layers that I be peeling What's a fact to the factions? What's a key to the captives? What's a stack to the lacking? What's my flow to the stagnant? What's a storm to the calm when you crashing? Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much You gotta pretend Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much Sometimes it be too much, too much, too much You gotta pretend
Writer(s): Nyota Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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