Inside and Out

By Mischa

On Alpha Barbie

Released on July 24, 2020

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[Intro]

(Inside and out)

(Inside and out)

(Inside and out)


[Verse]

My mind is tweakin'

So I must be on the brink of somethin'

Coded and unfolding cryptic hieroglyphics pumpin'

If it don't make sense

Well I won't spend a dollar on it

The way I'm puttin' value to my hours like I'm pawnin'

Prices tagged

But you can't buy what they're steady frontin' Shop is open

But it's closed inside

I see you bluffin'

Only few can do it proper

If they got the structure

Create a sauce that is acquired

Much like dijon mustard

We on that better tuck your shirt in when you're at the alter

Not еvery alter starts with crucifix and pan collections

Donatе your soul

And just release all of the thoughts repentin' I'm commandin' you to go ahead

And get the message

While countin' all your blessings

The one true confession

Is how you handle lessons

(Inside and out)

The one true confession

Is how you handle lessons

(Inside and out)

Put up through the wringer

But I'm turnin' off my ringer

You ain't recahing me no

Put down your Twitter fingers

I've carried parts of me further than I admit that linger

I'm the gatherer, hunter

Receiver and The Giver

I know they quick to litter

Polute and spread their shitter

I mean I should forgive her

Sorry I don't forgive her

Like this a quick drawl, but I ain't pullin no trigger

The only trigger pulled is poppin' off and gettin' bigger

Click, click, boom

Funny, how a different lens perceives a view Funny

How you thought I'd be gone way too soon

Funny, how you think you're always last to get the news

I be slayin'

Call me Buffy on my vampire

I be working hard to build upon my empire

All that doubted me

I douce 'em up ignite fire

I'm not preachin'

But I got 'em singin' - cue choir

I'm livin'

Tryin' to set a precedent

Rack em up

The Prime Ministers and the Presidents

I ain't giving up

'Cause I have to represent

I'm clearin' pawns

I'm the Queen up in this game of chess

Caught my footin'

I was walkin' 'round the eggshells

Distant blindness

To the fact that only sex sells

Raised the bar of freshness

I be on my Excel 

Claim they hard

They be Microsoft, excel

Teeter tottering

Back and forth with the arguin'

If I don't talk to blood

Then there's no reason for the barterin'

Heart up on my sleeve

So you don't question what my heart is in

More than just the bread

'Cause this bakery here is artisan

Sooner or later

I'll say it, but maybe with engravin'

I know the truth

But I see most are still up on the waitlist

I know the good guy wins

But Bad Guy still be on my playlist

If you can't capture the image

Well let me paraphrase it


[Outro]

Ask yourself something

What do you stand for?

What do you believe in?

Why do we allow certain moments to define us?

Why do we allow them to hold us back?

Show me what you're capable of

I want to know the real you

Inside and out