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tv torrance - gifted lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
too many p+ssies in my dms, gotta duck like it’s my job
i gotta hold myself right up in place of broken metal rods
that’s why you avoid me because you’re just a lowlife
spreading false narratives, that really is your whole life
how’s the weather in howard county, it must be nice
you gambled, rolled all the dice and now you must pay the price
you out here, just a hypocrite that really hates advice
you talkin’ bout some cardio, ain’t seen you exercise
no sun, low life, that’s what you are
can’t see your life, really goin’ far
you mеssage people asking why i’m back in
your friеnds still in my dms, why don’t you message and ask them?
i’m not that mad, just disappointed
that my brain can picture a disappointment
d+ckriders on the squad but you get exploited
that’s why your sh+t really all disjointed
you an ass+eating b+tch, human centipede
your curly hair greasy, should really get a weave
i say it all blunt, so no need to set the scene
yeah your cousin xerces, don’t try with me
a common theme of pushing others down to get to the top
copying musicians but think you’re the cream of the crop
your music torturing my ears, i think you really should stop
it’s gon be a count to ten before you find your ass gon get popped
top cali’ but still upping up the caliber
you just another rainbow like it’s liam gallagher
both got the issue of being stuck in the past
both got the issue of your head being up your ass
you was calling feminists n+z+s, okay
but believe excuses don’t include no age
i’ve done bettered myself, what have you done this year
last year too, the difference really isn’t that clear
[chorus]
maybe i’m angry at nothing, it isn’t much a discussion
because i’ve been up+and+coming for like a hundred and something
and like this game, i don’t love it but it is one i am stuck with
i think my bis need to toughen, look at my muscles and up them
maybe i’m angry at nothing, it isn’t much a discussion
because i’ve been up+and+coming for like a hundred and something
and like this game, i don’t love it but it is one i am stuck with
i think my bis need to toughen, look at my muscles and up them

[part ii]

[verse 1]
at three years old, i saw a therapist
honest to god, swear i ain’t care bout it
anger issues and sorts that was damaging
bite, kick, scratch, punch, led to bandaging
didn’t know if it was something with my brain
but that sh+t was years ago and i swear i’m not the same
but i swear all of those issues really stared me in face
feeling like i ain’t sh+t compared to all the human race
parents thought i was gifted and i believed it for a while
because who else could i believe when i was nothing but a child
but when my grades dipped post+covid, it really hurt me
and the gifted child image became nothing but a burden
the teachers told me i was smart but lacked the effort
i would say that i wasn’t and they’d say, “whatever”
a pattern of constantly beating myself mentally
hiding in my bedroom and hoping no one would help me
smack myself when i’d get something wrong
smack myself when i ain’t rap the way i want in a song
smack myself when all my hope was gone
thought it was mental but was physical all along
a combo of something both and hoping that i won’t choke
holding tears back because that’s what i’m s’posed to do
i was one thread left before my heart completely broke
now i’m picking up the pieces, what i’m s’posed to do
now i’m picking up the pieces, what i’m s’posed to do
and any insult still hits me deep inside
and makes me feel like nothing no matter how hard i have tried
i can not forget all of those sleepless nights in my loft bed where i cried
shed two tears a hundred times
shed two tears a hundred times
i am the antithesis of what is wanted
thrown out on the curb and left is what i’ve gotten
no one’s schemin’ my demise or never really plottin’
because no one’s got the time of day for someone like me
swear it’s testy every time i see these high beams
wanna swerve right off the road and hope it blinds me
so i don’t have to stare at my gut for the rest of time
happy that i lived but still wished i died
and i stumble on my words still
i might say that it’s alright but know it hurts still
even on the low beams i think to swerve still
and all the thoughts be still coming in herds still
took a test and it put me in the no go zone
not comfy anywhere, i want to go home
i swear i think sometimes that somebody’s watching me
but there’s nothing physical so no one’s stopping me
i got plans for the future but they always held in question
and it stays on my mind and f+cks with my digestion
and it stays on my mind and f+cks with my ingestion
and that stays on my mind and leads me into stressin’
and this all leads back to when i was three years old
punching, ain’t want a coat when it was cold
defiant, stubborn, they often said that i was bold
an invasive species, i felt like i was mold
i couldn’t process nothing, felt like a brick wall
anger held me in its grasp, i would answer all its calls
and it was that way since i was really really this small
and i’m older now and i’m still answering its calls
anger held me in its grasp, i would answer all its calls
and i’m older now and i’m still answering its calls

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