Tales From The Crypt II
(专辑: Buried Alive - 2021)
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 happens I'll just think about the
accidents that might come People on the
internet remind me that I
ain't shit And I
agree with them, but I
pretend that I
doubt 'em I
remember backstage, back in Omaha Matt 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 shit 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 Thinking 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, running away from my mind Somebody says some dumb shit 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 shit All my life is like "Ring Around the
Rosie" Spinning in circles, burning to ashes slowly Writing my hurt down in a
verse before it gets worse And I
have to book a
fucking 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, crying 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 dropping 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 labeling 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