Verse (Jay Complex)

This the nose that I breathe through

The same one that I french inhale the trees through

You would never play the part of mr. me too

Not because you can’t, its cause you don’t wanna be me dude

Trust me, when everything I say is honest

My truth to cool to lie, so every verse is a promise

Putting that on my heart, which means I’m weighing down my sleeve

The stitching ain’t strong enough, so now the material breathe

Breathe in, breathe out, every day is show time

22 scenes, still it ain’t money to blow time

We hoping that the very next take, might give us our big break

And better now than late, right

You feeling me, I can see you be feeling me

There’s only a few of you, but the few can see the real in me

It’s real to me, all this love is real to me

I don’t suggest you do it too...it’s torture just being me

To be the chubby kid in class back in sixth grade

Rockin a part in my aubrey graham skin fade (1:26)

A razor bump or 2 enough for me to feel lame

Man I hope the cutest girl in class know my real name

Never fitting in, was forced in my own lane

With diction that sound like I lost my tickets to the soul train

So I ain’t black huh? Probably never rap huh?

Who was I to say no, thought I sounded like a cracker

It was so bad, went to the wrong hood

And my homie told me, please try to sound a little blacker

Then high school came, and I started to catch on

Sag my pants a little, convincing em I was slept on

Tryna meet em in the middle but frankly..

It never pans out, but despite the doubt, somehow I kept on

Tiny voice in my head telling me keep going

Round the same time pops was cheating, I was beast-moding (2:06)

But not in music yet, I was still tryna find me

An old soul trapped in adolescent timing

First kiss and first girlfriend at fifteen

Ain’t the same chick, couldn’t tell me I wasn’t pimping

Looking to the future, never saw myself sip lean

Yet here I am wit a glass of that purple pink thing

I figured women out before graduation though

At least to the extent that man could ever know

Pops moves out, but I didn’t feel shit

Mum tryna convince me of emotions I should deal with

Life lesson 1, make her laugh and she’ll love you for it

Lesson 2, treat her bad, and she’ll love you for it

But lesson 3, if you shower her in love

Then you might as well consider that relationship aborted

Fooling myself attending college for a couple years

But Canada was good to me, nostalgia brought a couple tears

Grocery money spent on microphones and headsets

Stealing my roommate’s food, hope I don’t get catch

Can you feel it, can you feel it, do ya like?

Does my pain, entertain? Relating even if it’s slight

If you waiting for the hook, please remember this is life

And the entire thing a freestyle, so you don’t rap it twice

Nahh...you only get on shot

So it’s yolo motherfuckers! Going straight to the top!