(It's just something I can't say)
(It's just something I can't say)
Many nights, many days, through the clouds and the rain, I was looking for some confirmation
So I sat and I wait, looking up at space, but I got no information
What do I do if my dreams fall off
Or if I get there and don't make it that far
Or if they just don't f*ck with me or like me that much
Well honestly I do not give a f*ck, bruh
Because I'm doing this for me like on some self-love
I never asked for your opinion or your backup, No I ain't bump your track, bruh
What you think, I'm like that's tough
And I carried on for too long, I was focused on who thought that all of my new drops were good enough
But the problem was, I got so caught up in what they thought
That I had trouble using the pen to write all my own problems
Ain't that ironic that I was so busy caught up on all the words that I could not say
But the whole point of me be-coming an artist was just so that I could feel more free
But now I know, I gotta let go
Of trying to please
Everybody and their mama, cause I know deep down that it's just not healthy
No, it's not healthy
No, it's not healthy
Stop trying to please everybody and their mama
It's not healthy
No, it's not healthy
For the longest time as an artist, I felt like I was limiting myself
Because I was trying to please others
But like, recently I felt this resurgence of
I don't know, power, when I create my art
Cause for the first time I actually feel like I'm free and I'm being me, with no limitations
So, I'm about to go crazy