I'm running out of corners to retreat to All these smoke and mirrors, you're still see-through Guess I'll hold my own where no one else can reach They dying to be famous and that shit is contagious I'd rather worry about this paper But don't define me by it I just grew up without it If I'ma drastically change this shit for everyone around me Gotta get them points up on the board And leave the counting to the bystanders
I got high standards My shawty from the land, bruh Ain't no posing, only candids
What I was leaning against they jump over like a fеnce Had to create thе distance Didn't even look at my wrist Already know what time it is I been around the block and all the bystanders
I got high standards My shawty from the land, bruh Ain't no posing, only candids
I'm running out of corners to retreat to All these smoke and mirrors, you're still see-through Guess I'll hold my own where no one else can reach They're dying to be famous and that shit is contagious
Compositores: Warren Okay Felder Iii, Andrew Dexter Wansel, Jordan Alexander Ward (Jordan Ward) ECAD: Obra #45766705