Loathing

Made a legend of peasant That’s what I was told to be Know I’m born to be a king They been tryna clip my wings All that trippin’ Ain’t no distance you won’t go to see me bleed See me lose See me flee Laughing at you You ain’t free Every week I peep somebody tryna be someone they not Swear they hot I take they spot I’m everything they swear you got Block ya blessings That’s the lesson You ain’t growing You just pop You just momentary gain I’ll forever be a God Waking up I see the flaws Never asked to be this odd Used to life just being hard I’m not a victim for applause Waking up I see the flaws Never asked to be this odd Used to life just being hard I’m not a victim for applause I heard sitting on the throne only make you a target I fear craving adulation’s the death of an artist Is it love or the lust for a feeling where all this Existing shit is just remiss in a life so lethargic? Loathing loathing Life and clothing Iced-out rollie Time’s the coldest We been sold this dream that’s hopeless Hopin’ Pope’s and ghosts provide a notion to keep us going Waking up I see the flaws Never asked to be this odd Used to life just being hard I’m not a victim for applause Waking up I see the flaws Never asked to be this odd Used to life just being hard I’m not a victim for applause