Untitled Freestyle

uhh, I'm the movie of your favorite book

just more distortion of, whats real, but not as easy to overlook

 

the flaw of my character, its real, the thing that turned me into a crook

the feeling of trepidation, too real, the that makes me want to crawl into a nook

this feeling of over stimulation, surreal, it took me to feel,

unrea my comforts on a fishing hook

inside that I never shook

 

chorus

and if you listen you can hear it,

the sound of virtue coming from the mouth of a hypocrite

an overachiever always feeling like a counterfeit

but if there's one thing I can not do, it's quit

 

the easier the bra strap is to unhook, the body language that I mistook

for something that it wasn't and will probably never be,

because she, doesn't see, me , or what we, may someday be..come

as for now I'm just a bum,

with that brown bag covering up the rum,

but there's no covering up the thrum,

but I try to with my simple hum

 

chorus

 

but just trust me that one day Ill be gone and never look back where I came from

 

and if you listen you can hear it,

the sound of a scream as

 

And if you listen you can hear it,

The sound of music spit,

 

a stingy kid you can't get anything from,