Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if
I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now?
And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right
I hope my father see me right now
Make a few million off this pain and
Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou
Or maybe I've been tripping
Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child, yeah
What am I here for?
What do I dream for?
What's the point of working out my pen?
If I'm gone be here for more years or decades
I don't know why I was made this way
Yeah, I'm so insecure
I overthink all of my decisions
I'm so insecure
I try to be perfect when I'm not
Yeah, I understand I'm on a mission and I can't be swayed
By all the numbers, rumors, demons and the accolades
No, I ain't saying I want a lot of praise
I just want someone outside of
My family to recognize my name
Like, ain't you the one that made that song about how you can't
Change?
Like, am I the first person to finally recognize your name? Man, I ain't the person that you all perceive
I'm just a vessel with these words I hope you all receive
I feel like I solely got swayed by all the likes and clicks
Even though when I started, it was all about writing hits
Now every song I make, it feel just like a massive miss
And deep down, I slowly feel
Just like a hypocrite
How can I preach don't listen to what people say when I believe what people say?
How can I keep the same smile on my face when I don't even feel this way?
How can I reach a new set of people that I probably don't even relate?
How can I change my place inside
This universe that I created?
What am I here for?
What do I dream for?
What's the point of working out my pen?
If I'm gone be here for more years or decades
I don't know why I was made this way
Yeah, I'm so insecure
I overthink all of my decisions
I'm so insecure
I try to be perfect when I'm not
Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if
I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now?
And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right
I hope my father see me right now
Make a few million off this pain and
Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou
Or maybe I've been tripping
Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child
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Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if
I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now?
And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right
I hope my father see me right now
Make a few million off this pain and
Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou
Or maybe I've been tripping
Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child, yeah
What am I here for?
What do I dream for?
What's the point of working out my pen?
If I'm gone be here for more years or decades
I don't know why I was made this way
Yeah, I'm so insecure
I overthink all of my decisions
I'm so insecure
I try to be perfect when I'm not
Yeah, I understand I'm on a mission and I can't be swayed
By all the numbers, rumors, demons and the accolades
No, I ain't saying I want a lot of praise
I just want someone outside of
My family to recognize my name
Like, ain't you the one that made that song about how you can't
Change?
Like, am I the first person to finally recognize your name? Man, I ain't the person that you all perceive
I'm just a vessel with these words I hope you all receive
I feel like I solely got swayed by all the likes and clicks
Even though when I started, it was all about writing hits
Now every song I make, it feel just like a massive miss
And deep down, I slowly feel
Just like a hypocrite
How can I preach don't listen to what people say when I believe what people say?
How can I keep the same smile on my face when I don't even feel this way?
How can I reach a new set of people that I probably don't even relate?
How can I change my place inside
This universe that I created?
What am I here for?
What do I dream for?
What's the point of working out my pen?
If I'm gone be here for more years or decades
I don't know why I was made this way
Yeah, I'm so insecure
I overthink all of my decisions
I'm so insecure
I try to be perfect when I'm not
Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if
I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now?
And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right
I hope my father see me right now
Make a few million off this pain and
Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou
Or maybe I've been tripping
Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child
I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now?
And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right
I hope my father see me right now
Make a few million off this pain and
Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou
Or maybe I've been tripping
Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child, yeah
What am I here for?
What do I dream for?
What's the point of working out my pen?
If I'm gone be here for more years or decades
I don't know why I was made this way
Yeah, I'm so insecure
I overthink all of my decisions
I'm so insecure
I try to be perfect when I'm not
Yeah, I understand I'm on a mission and I can't be swayed
By all the numbers, rumors, demons and the accolades
No, I ain't saying I want a lot of praise
I just want someone outside of
My family to recognize my name
Like, ain't you the one that made that song about how you can't
Change?
Like, am I the first person to finally recognize your name? Man, I ain't the person that you all perceive
I'm just a vessel with these words I hope you all receive
I feel like I solely got swayed by all the likes and clicks
Even though when I started, it was all about writing hits
Now every song I make, it feel just like a massive miss
And deep down, I slowly feel
Just like a hypocrite
How can I preach don't listen to what people say when I believe what people say?
How can I keep the same smile on my face when I don't even feel this way?
How can I reach a new set of people that I probably don't even relate?
How can I change my place inside
This universe that I created?
What am I here for?
What do I dream for?
What's the point of working out my pen?
If I'm gone be here for more years or decades
I don't know why I was made this way
Yeah, I'm so insecure
I overthink all of my decisions
I'm so insecure
I try to be perfect when I'm not
Yeah, what's the point of being rich and famous and busy if
I can't even keep up with the stuff I got now?
And what's the point of living life, make a few mistakes, hope you can make them right
I hope my father see me right now
Make a few million off this pain and
Spend it on some chains or change the sound, make a couple thou
Or maybe I've been tripping
Thinking I'm making a difference Writing from the place of another broken child
Writer: Sedarrius Wright
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