Verse 1 [BBOY ZERO]:
Wearing a mask, my personality
All a facade, who am I proud to be?
Stare at the ceiling I’m always lonely
Shit I’m depressed, I feel like homies
They only around outta pity
Barely made it on the B team
And they thinking that my beats weak
Shit is so draining like leech seed
So if you fuck with the vision
I’m keeping you tight in the ring
But my circle small like the pearls on your neck
So we ain’t got room if you hating my thing
And I got enough on my plate, last thing I need is a woman
But bitch I can’t communicate so you and I end up broken
Chorus:
Everybody’s got a hobby they keep lobbed in their rib cage
And playing gamеs is my escape from the dеmons every day, yeah
I don’t feel okay, and I think you feel the same way
Tell me how to feel the other colors filling up the gradient
Verse 2 [Carson Ulmer]:
I’m a different type of breed
So if you’re gonna cross me with another type of dog
Then you might be surprised that I’m kinda neat
I’m like OCD, I’m probably
The cleanest mother fucker that you’re ever gonna see
AR spitting from the mouth when I hop up on a beat, son
Ulmer shines bright
Dear rapper, I’d like you to know
That I’m locked on my sights in open season
Who am I kidding though, I don’t go outside too often
Closed off from the earth and make a song my sun
Cuz damn music is one of little I revolve from
But I’m working on myself
Muting all the haters, though they don’t talk much
But I am not dumb, I know that they do
Like an assignment, I am grade A, I’ll take you to school
I am an artist, so pay me, bitch
Then I’ll fade you out like a gradient
Chorus:
Everybody’s got a hobby they keep lobbed in their rib cage
And playing games is my escape from the demons every day, yeah
I don’t feel okay, and I think you feel the same way
Tell me how to feel the other colors filling up the gradient
Verse 3 [BBOY ZERO]:
I am stuck in a rut, tell me how to get back up
On these feet I never use, get a grip on what I have become
I haven’t taken my pills in a real long time
But I’m real good at concealing, all my friends think I’m fine, yeah
When I got no one to hold I still got rhythm and the flow
Harmony and discord in my brain, I let it go
If you still don’t have a picture in your mind of what I’m like
Overthink every decision for the rest of your life
I am still down bad, in and out of relations
With a girl from the arcade only in my imagination
Only in my imagination
Only in my imagination
Only in my imagination