Catastrophe (feat. Blac Efron)

Forget the sentimental Disrespectful Least parential Disingenuous Resentful Idiots who "know what's best" But live regretful Your definitely not as lost as their potential If their job is judging kids It's penciled in as non-essential So nestle in with figures who live honestly A signature of dignity is modesty While haters play the bearer of bad news Their personal truths without disguises Aren't views, they're false commodities These people I fight say I hate em hate em Words are starting to eat me alive Thought I'd slay em slay em Don't let Haters capture your spirits They'll just break em break em If they will not open their eyes Make 'em make 'em make 'em Insist that, when time passes, they might just see Establish, musical, sovereignty Shake off, their dissenting, deadly beliefs And you will not be Catastrophe Catastrophe I won't be, Catastrophe Catastrophe I won't be, Catastrophe It's funny how things can change When I was young Put the world on my brain Didn't understand I could be misunderstood But when you know yourself man Shit is all good Shit is so strange Without a reason to get up some days But damn What a difference one made You tellin' me to repeat the mundane Until the fruits of my labor turn sweet some day I can't stand what I hear Thinking you can hold me Thinking I'm the old me But I won't stop 'til I'm man of the year And Ain't nobody told me That shit was so lonely I got my EP coming That's a lot off my chest Need my whole team eating Compliments to the chef I got a lot planned on the way Believe what you want to See what I'm gon' do Catastrophe Catastrophe I won't be, Catastrophe Catastrophe I think I'll listen to me I don't need other visions Can't sit and listen Who's business is it what you're giving If I'm not true to me My eulogy is in commission And I'm not foolish enough to give into indecision Gassed up won't pass up or sabotage my mission If I'm adamant on gaining traction No distractions get in Why would I be giving up now Built up my stamina For all the people running theirs mouths It's time to ante up They say I'm tasteless well "hut poot" I've been tasting greatness Actually I'm elated Actually I'm just jaded, And I'm hardly keeping sane Cuz the industry I'm seeking couldn't rid me of this pain Still I Need a deposit, you leave me no options Gimme the profit I need it designer Beautiful women, 50 mirages Got rid of the liars I'm giving the dreamers full asylum This is an uprising I'm synthesizing systems to thrive in I'm feeling so alive I've suffered enough I'm stuck on overdrive Imma grind till the sun is up You'll never hear the last of me I WONT be a catastrophe