Returns

作词 : Nate Feuerstein/Tommee Profitt/Cole Walowac

作曲 : Nate Feuerstein/Tommee Profitt/Cole Walowac

What is perfect? Not me

I've been overworking for weeks

I go home then purchase some things

That I know will not fill my needs

Have a dose of what I've achieved

Then get lonesome and I critique

Who I am and what I believe

Make up standards too high to reach

Untrained animal off the leash

I'm in panic, but yet relieved

Brought your hammock to hang with me?

Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree

Like a mannequin, I can't speak

What I have in store is unique

I just mop the floors with MCs

I can't stop until things are clean

I'm an amateur's what you think

So you stand there in disbelief

'Til I dislocate both your feet

That's what happens, you step to me

Not too graphic, but not PG

Lots of action in every scene

I'm kidnapping all of your dreams

Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (Ahh!)

Grab a side, I am what I advertise

Don't matter how you put it, we live, then we have to die

You might hate it, but you can't deny

See, everything that I've been doing got me looking like a mastermind

It's so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizing

Took a vision of my dreams

And then found a better way that I can make it

I've been looking, think I'm really 'bout to maximize it (Agh!)

There's bullets formed in my mind, ain't come out my mouth and (Pow, pow, pow)

For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (Watch, watch, watch)

Forget what you heard about me, I've been astounding (Gaw, gaw, gaw)

Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me

Yeah, ain't this all I ever wanted?

That's a fact, no, that's a lie, no

I'm confused, yeah, I got problems

What's the use? Yeah, let's be honest

Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened

Not amused, yeah, look what I did

Brought you something, hope you like it

So precise, the flow the nicest

So productive, stop your whining

Back in style like I was vinyl

I make songs and they go viral

Something's off if I go idle

"Been so long," yeah, okay, I know

Take your shoes off, you're in my home

You got fans, but not like I do, yeah

Thankful, I try to be, can't contain what's inside of me

They don't like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy

I question what I can see if you're not playing my CD

No expiring, I'll decide when I think it's my time to leave (Woo)

Yeah, 'cause they won't retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring

When I'm low I feel like I'm spiraling

Pushing forward, look, I can't ignore it

There ain't no I in team, but drop the T and A

Sometimes, if I'm being honest, feels like it's only me

No defeat, notably, better have it right if you're quoting me

Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something

Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you're close to me

Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem

Selfishly watching y'all helplessly pretend you're on my planet

Shoot you out of the sky like you're punchlines, you are not landing

Gun jamming, reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue

Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church (Pastor)

Show up to my funeral wearing all black, and what's happening?

I look around and wonder, "Where my fans at?"

Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I'm not in that casket

Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes

My music's superb, playing with words, play with my nerves

They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts

Very absurd, very disturbed

Stare at the earth like, "This is not the place I was birthed"

I'm generic, you sure?

Oh, they think I'm very reserved

'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy work

I don't care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse

While I'm wearing my merch, stomping on your arrogant turf

Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work

This life's so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves

I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I'm dirt

I've patiently been waiting, please, I think it's time for my turn

My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I'm hurt

Just let me be, eventually someday they'll see what I'm worth

I cross my I's and dot my T's, it makes no sense, but I've learned

No more to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns