You want me out
but you wrong
I am not your problem
Your way may not be best
you don't hear what I hear
Your lips are guns loaded
and pointed at me
no sound but you love my pain
what
well this not your home
but I do live here
I write here
An I faze you out the ears
And I don't speak at you for
Thee bluff of the century
So you can line your pockets
with unclean vibes
I am not thee blame hey