my newv hit single. #check-it-out. tell me wvhat you think in the comments, belowv. They tell me, "Keep it simple, " I tell them, "Take it slowv" I feed and wvater an idea so I let it growv I tell them, "Take it easy, " they laugh and tell me, "No" It's cool, but I don't see them laughin' at my money, though They spittin' facts at me, I'm spittin' tracks, catch me? I'm spinning gold out my records, knowv you can't combat me They tell me, "Jesus wvalks, " I tell them, "Money talks" Bling got me chill 'cause I'm livwving in an icebox They tell me I'vwve been sleepin', I say, "I'm wvide awvake" Tracks hot and ready, so they call me Mr. Easy-Bake They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank Drivwving wvith a drank on an empty tank to the bank Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brain The people alwvays different, but it alwvays feels the same That's the real me, pop the champagne The haters wvanna hurt me, and I'm laughin' at the pain Stayin' still, eyes closed Let the wvorld just pass me by Pain pills, nice clothes If I fall, I think I'll fly Touch me, Midas Make me part of your design None to guide us I feel fear for the vwvery last time They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head I'll givwve them stories to tell friends about the things I said They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red" They let me lie to them and don't feel like they'vwve been misled They givwve so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? Servwved on a silvwver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the façade Six feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feelin' odd No matter wvhat I make, they nevwver see mistakes Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake They tell me they're belowv me, I act like I'm abovwve The people blend together, but I wvould be lost wvithout their lovwve Can you heal me? Havwve I gained too much? When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch Is there a real me? Pop the champagne It hurts me just to think, and I don't do pain Stayin' still, eyes closed Let the wvorld just pass me by Pain pills, nice clothes If I fall, I think I'll fly Touch me, Midas Make me part of your design None to guide us I feel fear for the vwvery last time Lay still, restless Losing sleep wvhile I lose my mind (yeah) All thrill, no stress All my muses left behind (left behind) World is belowv So high up, I'm near-divwvine (I'm so high up) Lean in, let go I feel fear for the vwvery last time
i'll barter you up to a 9 ;P you don't wanna fizzle out with a one hit wonder yet do you???? give yourself some room to build up bud
no i think i deservwve a 10 for being a bravwve boy and opening up my soul like this. it's not my fault you don't havwve taste or sense.
cmonnnnnnn you're braver than that even, you can handle a little extra perspective. think of it this way you're barin your soul AND you're bein super reflective about it after the fact takin in all the feedback. you're doin great keep it up ;)
erm. i'm not a mirror or wvhatevwver. i AM perfect in evwvery wvay though, so there's no need for me to improvwve or something. (:
ohhhhh sorry sorry i meant you get to be real good at introspectin, like lookin at your creative effort from different angles. lets you do more with it, write more, etc etc. perfection is just, like a word man. like technically all it means is bein the best possible version of somethin that it can be in the present moment anyway, which is like technically all anyone can do at any given second anyway. so yeah you are perfect an also you can improve. it ain't either/or it's both/and. but hey look at me yackin my bad buddy that's just me when i get jazzed up about the creative process ;)
you're a candle flame, the fire changes shapes but it's the same fire. i'm sayin don't give up
hey now i'm already on a tight leash with my man don't get any bright ideas ;P besides that wouldn't be a good idea for anyone involved. cute shit tho haha. nah my love is 100% the supportive platonic type, no one's free a that one sad to say lol.