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cort melor - don't know me lyrics

i’m truly sad i never sat down with my father
he was working hard to support me, my sister and my mother
four is too much for the paycheck barely passing $200 a month
so my undeveloped mind figured i was the problem
’cause since i was brought up the war has taken over
america bombed us, i was still only a toddler
growing up we never had a lot but my family hustled
i must’ve got it from them
’cause right now i struggle, couple hundreds in debt
i can’t afford this apartment, plus i pick fights with my roommates
though i keep moving forward at the slower pace
not even jogging, ’cause i’m juggling too much at once
and i try d+gg+ng these snakes around me
they surround me ’cause i became a yes+man
wish i was more like my idols, well respected
but when i bring my ideas to the table they get neglected
my head is ’bout to explode, i went to therapist one day
the only advise he gave me was: “everything’s gon’ be okay!”
well okay maybe i’m impatient but sh+t never turned to my favor
troubles with neighbors, i’m so tired, all i f+cking know is labor
all my life i’m scared and problematic i just want to escape
but don’t know where to or what from, these days i’m going insane!

“yeah, yeah
yeah you don’t know me, (nah)
nah you don’t know me, (nah)
nah you don’t know me (nah) at all
don’t act like you do
don’t act like you do
you and i aren’t cool
not now, not ever, not anymore.” x2

yeah
i just finished my shift, 12 hours of slavery
last day off was two months ago
oh, and i still wait for that paycheck from the last month
i wonder can i get a refund?
and reverse back time when i had some funds?
’cause i’m starving bro
literally starving yo
i can’t think straight no more
my tummy hurts, i have a headache, give me some tylenol
and some silence, don’t silence me, i want my voice to be heard
i’ll scream on this microphone
i’m tired of being ignored. (yeah)
tired eating the crumbs. (yeah)
i’m tired having no fun. (yeah)
i’m tired living in slums. (yeah)
i’m tired of being tired
you see how fired up i get when talking bout the sh+t that gets me
and affects me?
i’m so fragile i’d probly do anything for record deal
f+ck it
i’d probly k!ll somebody, i’d make them f+cking squeal
see i’m unstable, i got wounds in my head that won’t heal
i can’t sleep at night, you know how being awake for 20 years feels?
now i’m not saying i’m smartest, but i’m not stupid
but sometimes i wish i was, because i feel like i’m rubik’s
too much pressure for artist who’s fighting to breath, (yeah)
fighting to eat, (yeah)
fighting to sleep, (yeah)
fighting himself, (yeah)
finding the will to keep fighting to live! (yeah)

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