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Tales from the Crypt II
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This right here is how I kick off the album I don't really care about the outcome I just wanna tell a couple stories and prove to everybody That I'm more than you think about me times a thousand I spent the last year looking back on my accomplishments Ignoring all the compliments, I don't ever really talk about 'em 'Cause the second that I do, one of you is gonna choose To ruin my mood and bring me down some I can never get a glimpse of happiness 'cause every time it happеns I'll just think about the accidents that might come Pеople on the internet remind me that I ain't sh*t And I agree with them, but I pretend that I doubt 'em I remember backstage, back in Omaha Mac told me stop making rap records all about 'em But it's hard, because a part of me doesn't even want a part of this sh*t But the other part wants all of it, I'm in the middle like Malcolm How come every time I open my feed There's so many comments filled with positivity But there's seconds of it negative, it's inevitable That, in my head, all the positive has been outdone If you dealt with the hatred I get on a day-to-day basis I promise you wouldn't make it, so don't even try The only person that should hate me is myself, and I do But you? I've never even given you a reason why And more times than not, I lay in bed and I sigh Thinkin' what it would be like if I would've died That's the time you see me hop on the Instagram Live And chat with you guys, runnin' away from my mind Somebody says some dumb sh*t to get under my skin Then I circle back around to where my night begins And I'm trapped with my thoughts to bring my life to an end I saw a therapist back in college and he didn't do sh*t All my life is like "Ring Around the Rosie" Spinnin' in circles, burnin' to ashes slowly Writin' my hurt down in a verse before it gets worse And I have to book a f**kin' hearse to hold me And these albums are where I let it all hang out And show my scars for all to play loud My mom didn't even know I tried to kill myself Until I put "Tales from the Crypt" out I remember writing some of those tracks I couldn't even record In the studio with Joey, cryin' like a baby boy All the scars are real, and all the stories are facts So if you listen, you'll see I'm way more than fast rap That's why it affects me bad and I get real mad When these people tell me that only I rap real fast Or I copy this or I copy that Or I sound like him or I sound like that 'Cause I pull it all out, deep from inside Back from the depths of my dark, black mind Each track that I decide to write Shaves off a couple good years of my life I debated on droppin' this or not, I can't lie 'Cause no matter what, it's gonna be an uphill climb 'Cause before you even click, you got a thought of what this is And every time I do that thought, you're gonna box me in I got the stigma of a fast white rapper 'Cause I'm white and I rap fast But why can't I just rap how I like and you listen Without labelin' my craft? 'Cause I do rap fast, but I also rap slow For Christ's sake, I've shown you part of my soul "I'm Not Okay", "Night In September", "The End" These are examples of my holes These are the parts of my soul that I wrote And took from my dome and spoke so you can relate back home These are the locks of my brain that I broke And dove into so you can know what I know And this album is more of that I've got so many stories that have been untapped So sit back, and listen up and buckle up for the ride This is Tales From the Crypt of how I'm buried alive *noises of a shovel digging into the ground*
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