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joshua morata - ignorant art lyrics

[verse 1]
you ain’t the best
you lookin’ stupid in your bandana cause you think you can rap
you ain’t the best
you’re trying too hard to avoid the fact that you’ll never have friends
a f-ckin’ loner, desperate loser, fakin’ an accent so you can sound cooler
truth is you suck, you’re trash, you should call it quits, you’re writing sh-t music that you think are hits
you call yourself king? that’s rich
you’re wasting your time and your money to hate on the big kids
how many albums you put out? (four)
how many shows have you sold out? (none)
none? sit your -ss down; shut the f-ck up
with your bitter mouth, stick to pushing old people for a couple f-cking bucks
you’re the only one lying to yourself
“you’re the best” you suck

[hook]
why are you so f-cking ignorant?
why are you still breathing, huh?
why are you so f-cking childish?
why won’t you f-cking grow up?
why are you so f-cking ignorant?
why are you still breathing, huh?
why are you so f-cking childish?
why won’t you f-cking grow up?

[verse 2]
yeah, as we proceed to the next round, lil’ p-ssy boy got a couple mumbles in his mouth
thinking that he is the greatest, you’ll never be great
’cause b-tch you be late to the party that no one invited you to
yet you keep on wishing to become a famous creative
to come up from nothing, but guess what, b-tch?
you’re still nothing!
write all the music you want, and yet you still suck, you weeknd wannabe, just give up
you had a good thing with the halfboyzzz, and you f-ckin’ left because you had to “find yourself”
well, i found you, buried alive with the rest of your dreams
i had to dig you back up just to tell you, “you suck”, imma throw you back in; let this pile consume ya! (you k!lled him!)
you’re trying too hard to sound hard, you’re too soft, like your d-ck
and much like your relevancy in this industry; you’re small (asian jokes!)
lately, you’ve been such a nuisance, wanting to recreate the magic that you started like it’s never faded but it was never there so you better just stick to grave diggin’

[bridge]
i don’t mind if i lose it all
if i lose it all, if i lose it all
i don’t mind if i lose it all
if i lose it all, if i lose it all

[verse 3]
i’m not the best
i’m not the guy you should be lookin’ up to, so give it a rest
i’m not the best, i’m just a kid tryna make a career out of dreams so i jest-
i’m not a prince, a king, whatever i call myself, i’m just a poser named joshua
they say live your life like it’s the last day on earth, but every day i feel like i’m a goner
i call myself king cause that’s what i wanna be
i wanna prove something to everyone that came around and just sh-t on me
so what if i’m desperate for friends, b-tch? sue me
i’ll do what it takes to keep one single friend who i won’t just brush off because i want my life to end
they say writing is the best therapy, so here is my story
when i was younger i was molested in the bathtub by my babysitter who did crack
as much as it hurts me and i want to hurt her, i know i cannot get that time back
it’s funny how memories come back to haunt you, so you have to write songs about it
i finally told my parents only fifteen years later, but f-ck it was it even worth it?
i can’t keep a friend for long, i can’t trust n0body so here is this song
a white flag to tell you i’m wrong, i’m sorry for dissing you on “not enough”
and saying all that mean sh-t, you know who you are
we might have patched up at that party
but i don’t feel like i got closure, and i still want it but you’re gone

[verse 4]
i just want you to be proud of me
and i still do
i feel like i’m still in that corner, the truth is i never left
are you proud of me yet, ma?
am i making you proud, pa?
are you happy i’m finally opening up about my problems
and what’s going on in my mind, why i’m always sad, huh, eija?
i’m always hard on myself for a lot of things
it’s hard to think of just one reason
i’m losing track with where i’m going, and i mean with what i’ve been writing
my focus is still on success, i wanna see crowds upon thousands
as much as i wanna put this gun to my head, i gotta consider that this is what i wanna do
why am i always considering suicide if i could just live a day longer?
i don’t know, but it’s not up to you to determine that
and i don’t need a shrink or happy pills either
cause i know where my head is at
so ladies and gentlemen, anyone listening; i welcome back to the show
this party was made by yours truly and if you don’t like it, right there is the door
cause this is a promise, a word to you all and an open letter to myself
when it’s over and so is the fun
i’m calling it quits and i’m hanging it up

[outro]
i just wanna make you proud of me
i just wanna make it out alive
i just wanna make you proud of me
i just wanna make it out alive

- joshua morata lyrics

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