Easiest to Write (Hardest to Sing)

[Verse 1]

These are the easiest to write but the hardest to sing

Got everything I’d ever need, I can’t be wanting a thing

But to be honest, I could really use that car or a ring

And I’ve got some clout, but I can’t stop till I’m a star or a king

I want my mom to know I’ve got a stable job, but I think

That I’m underwater with these expectations watching me sink

Can’t escape it in their eyes, it’s like they’re watching me blink

But I don’t know how many dollars that this song's gonna bring

I wish my numbers were a bit bigger

I wish my girl was just a bit thicker, I wish that I was just a bit richer

Short cut, a bit quicker

You only look at photos on a iPhone, like how could you see a big picture?

See, me and you, we got some backwards priorities

You tryna smash through the past up in your frat or sorority

I’m tryna master my craft, fuck that whole trap into normalcy

It’s boring me, all I need is a lack of authority

And fuck the majority, got me feeling alienated

Songs so out of this world, people claim that aliens made 'em

'Cause maybe I’m crazy, but please don’t blame me, hate me, just listen

Living a dream’s fucking with my circadian rhythm

So, yeah

[Chorus]

Oh hi to the secrets of my life

When they get to talking, I just see it's alright

I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life

Oh, yeah

I just wanna make a million

But I keep falling victim to opinions, yeah

I wanna stack it up

They wanna see me packing up, yeah

[Verse 2]

They don’t want me to go on a trap beat

They just want me to go to the backstreets

Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese, it’s past me

Wanna steer the wheel, but I’m still stuck up in the backseat

I feel like I’m being driven by all my passengers

I imagine a Tesla, but really I’m in the Acura

All I ever wanted, but fuck, I know I don’t have enough

Got me mad as fuck when I add it up, like I brag for what?

Say they can’t understand but say that I don’t rap fast enough

I been crafting these tracks like, what will actually grasp enough?

Had to take step back, realize who I’m rapping for

Who I’m mining my passion for, who the fuck’s really counting score

I do this shit for myself, I don’t need anyone else, then I’m alone

Then no one’s calling my phone, then I’ll be calling for help with no one around

I might fall and make a sound, but no one hears it till I drown

Till my body hit the ground, till they walk me into town, like, "Look who the fuck that we found"

Yeah