Nikhil Singh - Ego Death Lyrics

Ego, death
Ego, death
Ego, death
Ego

Bitch, I am my own slave
Bitch, I dug my own grave
Bitch, I make my own beats
In my closet it's all me
No computers, no concerts
No dumbing down the concepts
Just my conscience
Just my conscience

Woke up to the mirror and I see my face crawling
Bitch, I'm balling, internally I'm bawling
Chilling outside, a couple trees, couple trees
Say I'm kinda dumb for poetry, poetry, oh me

They say I'm a chronic liar
Bullshit, I'm tired
Try, preaching to the choir
Two albums just misfired
At the end of the day, what matters is the pretty beats
Wondering if friendship is real, or some shitty company

I don't even know what was the cost if not a cry for help
I'm a man, I'm just saying, I can't even cry for myself
Panicked, anxious every time I release a song
What's a beat: to redeem my self esteem?

I guess I am my own slave
I guess I dug my own grave
I guess I make my own beats
I ache, sit down, rinse, repeat
I guess I am my own slave
I guess I dug my own grave
I guess I make my own beats
I ache, sit down, rinse, repeat

Ego, death
Ego, death
Ego, death
Ego