[Intro]

“Uhh what am I doing? Ok...”

[Verse 1]

Give give give give some more

Give a lot, but never settling the score

Give to you out of gratitude and piety

Give to you since you’re on this ride with me

Me and you, we go way way back

And if it weren’t for you, I’d be off track

For you, I cry, smile, fight, help, laugh

And all you did was laugh at my jokes and smile back

I devote myself to you in every way

Although my self-serving nature is my dismay

I grow stronger and stronger every day

To make a difference before I decay

I can’t express what acknowledgement means to me

But I hope to give it a shot before my feet deplete

If there’s anything I can do, you know, just reach to me

And I’ll be there, I am how I now seem to be

To be free, I need to give back to the people

Give back since my favorite part of life is all of you

Ok, I’m on and on and on so much, I’m gone with it

The point is serving is my calling, nothing wrong with it

[Verse 2]

Lots of love inside my heart, guaranteed that I’m sharing

I know you want to have to work for my compliments, I know you want to repent

But to what extent do you need to choke on your laments

Before you realize that withholding love is a cycle that never ends?

Viciously turning us against who we ought to just treat as friends

Instead of enemies. Mentally, I’m not that lucid

But if I organize these rhymes, then I might just work through this

Puzzle called life, Which has millions of simple answers

Yet every single one of them really makes my hands hurt

FROM FIGHTING THE TRUTH

I CAN’T SETTLE ON PESSIMISTIC VIEWS BECAUSE OF YOU

No matter how realistic cynicism seems to be

I’m just me, trying to get better to give you love that’s guaranteed

And I might slack off or self-serve or be thin

But when I give, I give my all, and I don’t give in

[Verse 3]

I gave you evidence these labels we use always are wack

Nobody is just one thing, but people like to try that

You think I’m just a rapper? You think I’m just a man?

There are countless labels that describe who I am

And who you are, and who we all aspire to be

Because even though you might live life trying be who’s on tv

If you are true to yourself, your aspirations will be deep

And countless, many different ambitions, ounces

Of water inside your head directing you to get ahead

And consume an abundance of different experiences before you’re dead

Hasn’t that already been said? Sorry, I’m just a bit obsessed

I want to give people my point of view since I can’t fully live it

But I see so much love and beauty that I want people to live it

Because life is hard and it’s so tragic, I’ve seen many people quit

By simply comfort-zoning out, stuck in a box, perpetually sit...

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I see a world where we’re close like we’ve been SUPER GLUED

By love, acceptance, and appreciation, we’re going to DO WHAT WE DO

I go on and on and on and I might not stop

But it’s just a rap album, so I guess it’s fine to rock

I might roll too, I don’t mind driving on roads with toll booths

If I know you? Know that I have something to show you

It's this album! If you made it this far, here is the outcome

I’ve bared my heart and soul and my mind, although I may be without one

Because I’m so dumb, or should I say idiotic

I could be volunteering, really helping, instead of breeding Milotics

There’s no profit from time wasting although I often do

I might just put on my shoes and find something else to do

I’m a weak person, I give a lot but not enough to calm me

I push myself to give more and I do not do so wrongly

I’ve given everything I’ve got, but most of y’all still ain’t feelin me

Matter of fact, one of the only things I have yet to give is my virginity

[Verse 4]

Here’s a mini fourth last verse

Four isn’t the magic number, but this song could use a curse

I just rambled about nothing, hypocritically asked you to work

And I’m a jerk, a liar, a villainous user of fire

To burn bridges, independent for the most part

And I love people so much, but introverted is my heart

And for the most part, I’d call life a beautiful work of art

A constantly crumbling collection of recycling resourceful confusing parts

And my album art is just me, a little newborn baby

Who’s exploring the world around him, out the egg, it looks crazy

And if you think this album’s a poorly formed work of fiction

It’s an intentional inspection of duality disguised as contradiction

With no precision. And with it, consider this song officially given