| Yeah, fuck the labels and the people tryin' to turn a profit |
| I’m tryin' to pop and just stay true to myself in the process |
| But when your pockets empty, you can turn to savage quick |
| I’m knowin' in my heart that I’m destined for more than this |
| A fortress that I’ve built around myself protects the feelings |
| I keep a picture of my idols taped onto the ceiling |
| Cuz I’ve got dreams but I’m still too insecure to reveal 'em |
| Peelin' back the layers but don’t ever take the time to heal it |
| So I’mma jump in the whip and drive until I’m hittin' the coast |
| Checkin' the post to see who’s really out here livin' the most |
| Givin' these folks a fake idea for what life’s supposed to be |
| And hopefully the ones who guard the gate will notice me |
| This locally famous still doesn’t mean a thing, I guess it’s— |
| Prolly more healthy to let the way you feel define success |
| I’m pressing on the eject button but feelin' stuck |
| Eventually we all run out of luck |
| And that’s why I’ve always lived and rapped under a different name |
| Cuz at my core, I’m nothing special and I’m still afraid |
| That at the end of the day you only love the business |
| And you won’t ever accept the human behind the image |
| I know these feelings don’t like me |
| Telling me I’m lost and better off alone |
| There ain’t nobody here like me |
| I know these feelings don’t like me |
| Telling me I’m lost and better off alone |
| I know nobody here likes me |
| Take me home |
| Yeah, thinkin' that maybe the shit I’ve been telling myself is nuts |
| Like, I didn’t get clean to feel this fuckin' bad off drugs |
| And everyone goin' so fast just hoping the pain would never haunt us |
| You wonderin' why I’m wanting to hide and lose myself in comics? |
| Yeah, I’m a product of hip hop and pop punk shit |
| Graffiti artists, cocaine in the carpet dysfunction |
| Forty ounces and night spent in the skate park with |
| Nothin' but a couple dollars feeling broken hearted |
| I started rap and I started feeling inadequate |
| An accident who’s unable to deal with his abandonment |
| Attacking with his feelings, in hopes that he can manage |
| But when life rubs you the wrong way enough, you build some callouses |
| So analyze this, a walking contradiction |
| A man who works for success but don’t believe his vision |
| It ain’t a question of the masses, I know I’ll convince 'em |
| But will I ever convince me? I’ll have to listen |
| I know these feelings don’t like me |
| Telling me I’m lost and better off alone |
| There ain’t nobody here like me |
| I know these feelings don’t like me |
| Telling me I’m lost and better off alone |
| I know nobody here likes me |
| Take me home |