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Trust the distractions Gut feelings are factual Unlearn the indifference and let them guide your actions What you know about the process of mass creation In my shoes one day You wouldn't have the patience Step onto the rock bottom Yup she down to earth How much are we compromising What are dreams worth Brain moving too fast The words are burning Acid reflux from the way the world's turning Make it my own Til I die I'll be learning Yeah To whom ever it may concern then Lady mask-a-lot But the mask it is breaking From the sheer antipathy toward all the faking Welcome to the sound church My soul is aching If you think you know me you are probably mistaken Policing the credit yo I'm done it got taken But I don't give a shit one would think that I'm shaken Only known territory when I feel forsaken Feelings so raw I don't even need baking Built my escapes and I knew that I'd make it Contraries are often legends in the making Scandal You should write to the Standard Caught the woman writing this rhyme like red handed Each of them bringing their own delight to the table Start talking about myself in third person - handled Let me see what else is missing from my repertoire psyche I don't really give a f*ck I'm already too far yikes Looking at them shrinking in my rear view mirror I know that none of you are really what you appear uh To be or not I just realised what that meant Heard the phrase a million times Never got the sentiment Every now and then I realise how dumb I was What you wanna be when you grow up A lie detector cuz All my sherlocks front row getting shocked Didn't expect all this wittines in my verse I shit you not Let 'em Let 'em Say what they wanna Y'all ain't never been number one Nah