[Intro]

Yeah

I got to let this one breathe a lil' bit

9th Wonder

CHOMP 2.5

Yeah

[Verse]

I'm a recovering perfectionist, a self-destructive specialist

My thirty-second session with my therapist is evidence

That I can't see I've made it, I'm like Dee Brown, wow

I gotta couple chapters I'm ashamed to read out loud

I'm workin' on it, though, I'm tryna be more patient with myself

I robbed myself of so much joy, I'm making payments to myself

I'm still in debt though (Woo, woo)

Need to take my coat off, settle in, ignore the dress code

I know that the hardest step is walking past my threshold

I'm in my Depeche mode

Tryna just enjoy the silence, it's so hard to let go

Once I do, I'm free, I know it's me vs. me

I know it's not your job to reaffirm what I believe

I'm working on becoming the person I clearly need

So I don't look for what I lack in someone else, I see

That I'm still in the in-between

But finally, I voluntarily been takin' care of me

Was rarely there for me, my inner child's scared of me

I punished him unfairly, we need more solidarity

I don't care 'bout the people who base skills off popularity

When I can close my eyes and see myself, then I'll have clarity

I love the women who are in my life, 'specially Sara Lee

This industry's primarily fake, you can deny it

But you silent publicly but showin' love to me in private

All my wounds have told a story, all the laughs and money hide 'em

It's a shame the only language people speak sometimes is violence

But I don't got pity for people that play themselves

The bed they say's uncomfortable's the same bed that they made themselves

I'm showin' love they hate themselves

You cannot give them anything they haven't already gave themselves

You cannot save somebody if they simply don't wanna save themselves

I should've known what time it was

The stab in the back don't hurt, it's when you turn to see whose knife it was

I'm just tryna find the love

Lookin' everywhere but within

A white rapper is a fraction of the air that I'm in (For real)

An outsider from the jump, it took a minute to hit me

Why would I try to fit in with a industry that don't fit me? (Yeah)

This is simply testimonial, slowly pull back the layers

And get down to who I am because my fear is a container

Of my greatness, I hate this, wait this is just a test of patience

The pain from all my mistakes is just something I need more grace with

My bruises became my muses, my pain had multiple uses

Went from fuck y'all to forget y'all, from middle fingers to deuces

[Outro]

Deuces

Yeah, CHOMP 2.5

9th Wonder, from Winston-Salem to Atlanta

Haha