Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
"Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2"
I look at food and it makes me a little sick
Stomach begins to eat me from the middle in
I am hungry but appetite is wearing thin, cf my patience and ability to weather it
I'm thinking, but never been ahead of it
Drink to stay focussed, I know it's not intuitive
Search for deliverance, know God's aware of this
But every time He talks to me he calls me to the precipice
I'm not impressed with the mess that I've been getting in, it's my fault in the end and I know that, so familiar
But in my head, the bad thoughts are filling it. Fight till we're out of breath; my face vermillion. And still you went out with the brightest thoughts and all the darkest intents. I looked you in the eyes and I saw that they were sparkling
Phone calls
I know who's the other end
Look, this was never gonna be a clean break
You can say all you want that it's way too personal
But I never talk about the fake, first of all
Secondly the songs you paint with words from all the pain that hurts the most. Face it, cursing hope. Wait
Embrace the attention. Where am I from? It's a race to the mansion, but not what I expected; weeping, teeth gnashing
I always try to focus on putting myself second, then something happens in my life and I respond "I get it"
And as the 02 indebted, a fool proof I meant it, a bold move ahead of the slow ruin forget it
You're so rude, pretending but don't you have any
Soulfullness or truth
To hold to, stubbornly?
As hope brews in many
Looking to their faith as a sole food of plenty
Looking to the day when you sold food for pennies
I know you're intending to solve losing any
And let me be the person to go throw the netting. But old words forgetting
The importance of my speech, tongue consecrating
Like beer, bongs and bentleys, thinking I'll be needing a respawn speedily, post haste I'm thinking of responsibility
But I'm only second, this free form is killing me
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2
Does anyone know?
Can anybody tell me if I'm ready to go?
Hate in my head, but I'm feeling it though
And every time you're in my bed it's a commandment I broke
Ayy
I really should stop when I notice
I'm doing something bad, got a list, and I know this
But I'd rather write a song out of it than finish my thought process thinking of more note hits
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
I know that I just did a chorus, but what's coming up, I just had to prepare for anew
Nobody likes me in second place
But the day's not over, this the matinée
And I'll show you what God can do through me, I'm constantly tryna improve on my resume
I'm all on my own, Anne Hathoway
And I know that you're fighting a cancer race
And I'm telling you, you cannot lose, but it's God's plan and I hope that he has a has a way
I'm on my phone through the travesty, tragedy round me but hope it'll pass away
Like "of course you procrastinate". eyes widen like I'm going pre-anime
Save that for the faith of a latter day
And I know that you wanna abandon me
When it gets tough and you fall to your knees I can see you in grief but I know you pretend to pray
Thinking uppercase like I text-shout
Cause I want it both ways, that I bent round
And it's not from my friends, all the praise that I get now
I know the me that I'm afraid to face, is a let down
I have an electronic vent at my friends' house, and everyone turns up, from invites I sent out
And I get up on the stage it's a dead sound, then wake up screaming from nightmares my head's found
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2
Fame doesn't happen when you're the 02
Dreams don't happen when you're number 2
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Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
"Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2"
I look at food and it makes me a little sick
Stomach begins to eat me from the middle in
I am hungry but appetite is wearing thin, cf my patience and ability to weather it
I'm thinking, but never been ahead of it
Drink to stay focussed, I know it's not intuitive
Search for deliverance, know God's aware of this
But every time He talks to me he calls me to the precipice
I'm not impressed with the mess that I've been getting in, it's my fault in the end and I know that, so familiar
But in my head, the bad thoughts are filling it. Fight till we're out of breath; my face vermillion. And still you went out with the brightest thoughts and all the darkest intents. I looked you in the eyes and I saw that they were sparkling
Phone calls
I know who's the other end
Look, this was never gonna be a clean break
You can say all you want that it's way too personal
But I never talk about the fake, first of all
Secondly the songs you paint with words from all the pain that hurts the most. Face it, cursing hope. Wait
Embrace the attention. Where am I from? It's a race to the mansion, but not what I expected; weeping, teeth gnashing
I always try to focus on putting myself second, then something happens in my life and I respond "I get it"
And as the 02 indebted, a fool proof I meant it, a bold move ahead of the slow ruin forget it
You're so rude, pretending but don't you have any
Soulfullness or truth
To hold to, stubbornly?
As hope brews in many
Looking to their faith as a sole food of plenty
Looking to the day when you sold food for pennies
I know you're intending to solve losing any
And let me be the person to go throw the netting. But old words forgetting
The importance of my speech, tongue consecrating
Like beer, bongs and bentleys, thinking I'll be needing a respawn speedily, post haste I'm thinking of responsibility
But I'm only second, this free form is killing me
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2
Does anyone know?
Can anybody tell me if I'm ready to go?
Hate in my head, but I'm feeling it though
And every time you're in my bed it's a commandment I broke
Ayy
I really should stop when I notice
I'm doing something bad, got a list, and I know this
But I'd rather write a song out of it than finish my thought process thinking of more note hits
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
I know that I just did a chorus, but what's coming up, I just had to prepare for anew
Nobody likes me in second place
But the day's not over, this the matinée
And I'll show you what God can do through me, I'm constantly tryna improve on my resume
I'm all on my own, Anne Hathoway
And I know that you're fighting a cancer race
And I'm telling you, you cannot lose, but it's God's plan and I hope that he has a has a way
I'm on my phone through the travesty, tragedy round me but hope it'll pass away
Like "of course you procrastinate". eyes widen like I'm going pre-anime
Save that for the faith of a latter day
And I know that you wanna abandon me
When it gets tough and you fall to your knees I can see you in grief but I know you pretend to pray
Thinking uppercase like I text-shout
Cause I want it both ways, that I bent round
And it's not from my friends, all the praise that I get now
I know the me that I'm afraid to face, is a let down
I have an electronic vent at my friends' house, and everyone turns up, from invites I sent out
And I get up on the stage it's a dead sound, then wake up screaming from nightmares my head's found
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2
Fame doesn't happen when you're the 02
Dreams don't happen when you're number 2
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
"Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2"
I look at food and it makes me a little sick
Stomach begins to eat me from the middle in
I am hungry but appetite is wearing thin, cf my patience and ability to weather it
I'm thinking, but never been ahead of it
Drink to stay focussed, I know it's not intuitive
Search for deliverance, know God's aware of this
But every time He talks to me he calls me to the precipice
I'm not impressed with the mess that I've been getting in, it's my fault in the end and I know that, so familiar
But in my head, the bad thoughts are filling it. Fight till we're out of breath; my face vermillion. And still you went out with the brightest thoughts and all the darkest intents. I looked you in the eyes and I saw that they were sparkling
Phone calls
I know who's the other end
Look, this was never gonna be a clean break
You can say all you want that it's way too personal
But I never talk about the fake, first of all
Secondly the songs you paint with words from all the pain that hurts the most. Face it, cursing hope. Wait
Embrace the attention. Where am I from? It's a race to the mansion, but not what I expected; weeping, teeth gnashing
I always try to focus on putting myself second, then something happens in my life and I respond "I get it"
And as the 02 indebted, a fool proof I meant it, a bold move ahead of the slow ruin forget it
You're so rude, pretending but don't you have any
Soulfullness or truth
To hold to, stubbornly?
As hope brews in many
Looking to their faith as a sole food of plenty
Looking to the day when you sold food for pennies
I know you're intending to solve losing any
And let me be the person to go throw the netting. But old words forgetting
The importance of my speech, tongue consecrating
Like beer, bongs and bentleys, thinking I'll be needing a respawn speedily, post haste I'm thinking of responsibility
But I'm only second, this free form is killing me
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2
Does anyone know?
Can anybody tell me if I'm ready to go?
Hate in my head, but I'm feeling it though
And every time you're in my bed it's a commandment I broke
Ayy
I really should stop when I notice
I'm doing something bad, got a list, and I know this
But I'd rather write a song out of it than finish my thought process thinking of more note hits
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
I know that I just did a chorus, but what's coming up, I just had to prepare for anew
Nobody likes me in second place
But the day's not over, this the matinée
And I'll show you what God can do through me, I'm constantly tryna improve on my resume
I'm all on my own, Anne Hathoway
And I know that you're fighting a cancer race
And I'm telling you, you cannot lose, but it's God's plan and I hope that he has a has a way
I'm on my phone through the travesty, tragedy round me but hope it'll pass away
Like "of course you procrastinate". eyes widen like I'm going pre-anime
Save that for the faith of a latter day
And I know that you wanna abandon me
When it gets tough and you fall to your knees I can see you in grief but I know you pretend to pray
Thinking uppercase like I text-shout
Cause I want it both ways, that I bent round
And it's not from my friends, all the praise that I get now
I know the me that I'm afraid to face, is a let down
I have an electronic vent at my friends' house, and everyone turns up, from invites I sent out
And I get up on the stage it's a dead sound, then wake up screaming from nightmares my head's found
Nobody likes the 02
They're here like "but what do you do?"
I guess I could be a bit better but like I'm on tumblr I feel like I'm constantly #mood
Maybe look better, and put on a suit
Get it together cause, mm.. ew
But mostly, put you before God because fame doesn't happen when you're number 2
Fame doesn't happen when you're the 02
Dreams don't happen when you're number 2
Writer: Ben Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid