I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine my confession to the world is on a wall in a bathroom stall and conviction means so much to me and the shit about you that comes out of me obscuring the truth for everyone
I have a pretty large arsenal of lies I know it's no surprise its reflection is easy to see indiscretion is a foreign thing to me it's a paid for disease and I paid with my humility and the shit about you that comes out of me obscuring the truth for everyone
I have no shame no game no talent to display why can't I be the one I'll make them notice me
and the shit about you that comes out of me obscuring the truth for everyone
I have no shame no game no talent to display why can't I be the one I'll make them notice me
