CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Prosthetic Self-Love
I'm on to me
I really am
I need a fill of my perception of love, your attention
I'm addicted
Exist more the more I'm mentioned
I'm insecure, I need humbling
So dependent on everything
Except for myself
I'm so conflicted
I ain't sh*t
No, I ain't sh*t, I ain't sh*t
And every time I told myself otherwise I ate sh*t
My cracks and bruises ancient
My apologies shape-shift
My psychology ape sh*t
Face it
I'll give you both arms for a hand
Both eyes for a glance
I'll allow you to decide when I dance
See, as long as you have faith in me, I understand
That I'm god
I am worthwhile
I'm the man
Yeah, I'll kill myself and I pray that you notice
I'll kill myself and hope you feel sorry
Even just for a moment
I'll speak a foreign tongue
Anything to be heard
Anything just to prove I'm alive and have worth
I hate my ego, yet I seek its guidance
I hate the pretense, yet I need disguises
You see, my keyhole got no key inside it
Detest the speech inside me, and it despises me
But if I keep it off my mind, I don't seem to mind it
Puff a cheatcode just to leave this island
But the waves gon' bring me back
And one day I'm finna snap
Guess I ought to be complacent where I'm at
Cause my prosthetic self-love can always take the place of what I lack
And that's how it be
That's what I do
That's why I'm me
I said, that's how it be
That's what I do
That's why I'm...me!
I really am
I need a fill of my perception of love, your attention
I'm addicted
Exist more the more I'm mentioned
I'm insecure, I need humbling
So dependent on everything
Except for myself
I'm so conflicted
I ain't sh*t
No, I ain't sh*t, I ain't sh*t
And every time I told myself otherwise I ate sh*t
My cracks and bruises ancient
My apologies shape-shift
My psychology ape sh*t
Face it
I'll give you both arms for a hand
Both eyes for a glance
I'll allow you to decide when I dance
See, as long as you have faith in me, I understand
That I'm god
I am worthwhile
I'm the man
Yeah, I'll kill myself and I pray that you notice
I'll kill myself and hope you feel sorry
Even just for a moment
I'll speak a foreign tongue
Anything to be heard
Anything just to prove I'm alive and have worth
I hate my ego, yet I seek its guidance
I hate the pretense, yet I need disguises
You see, my keyhole got no key inside it
Detest the speech inside me, and it despises me
But if I keep it off my mind, I don't seem to mind it
Puff a cheatcode just to leave this island
But the waves gon' bring me back
And one day I'm finna snap
Guess I ought to be complacent where I'm at
Cause my prosthetic self-love can always take the place of what I lack
And that's how it be
That's what I do
That's why I'm me
I said, that's how it be
That's what I do
That's why I'm...me!
