Lyrics
Introspective, let’s get introspective
Let me give you my mind perspective
Just to give your mind perspective
I keep my evil undercover in public like Green Goblin
Even Peter Parker couldn’t unmask me, no Nobody ever pick up on all the darkness
That’s over my head like Bluetooth headset
How charming, what they say upon their first encounter
With the young House of Beige co-founder
My smile disarms them
They don’t know I’ve got the shell like Bowser
Underneath, paranoia screams, yeah, they’re getting louder
Demons slither out, they’re whispering me doubts like
«Remi, they’re judging you
From your hat, to your black, to your Adidas running shoe
They think you’re a troubleshot, Simpson, Bartholomew
They don’t want to follow you, retweet, or reblog
Or hire you for a job to do, even if it’s blue-collared work
'Cause they fuck with you, you’re destined for solitude
I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins»
My thoughts are really that crazy
Within about eighteen minutes of saying hey to you
But then I remember what my sensei says to me When we’re training, he says
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
And if they do, fuck 'em
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
And if they do, fuck 'em
Young, dumb and jobless, listening to Half the way to hell, my soul like, «God bless»
Locked in my room, smoking joints 'til hotbox it
'Til I’m unconscious, God could not stop me Worrying my friends who keep sending me texts
Snapchats, WhatsApps, Twitter DMs
Writing shit like, «I know your insecurity
Is that why you’re not letting me in?
We’ve all got devils within, you just gotta talk about it»
Nuh-uh, fuck that, believe me, man, you don’t want that
I’ve got more dark places
Than the last scene in Silence of the Lambs
Sometimes I feel like I should not have been had (Damn)
And then I flip it, why the fuck are you acting like life’s so fantastic?
You can’t contact me trying to be psychologist
This isn’t practice, I am actually cracked
I would prefer Nurse Jackie give me diagnosis, what?
You gon' write these raps for me? Making them, pack for me Get my cash so I can pay my taxes for me Get my girl back, fix the problems we had for me You know my dad?
But before I write all that crazy
I inhale deep upon this joint that I’m blazing
As I, as I remember what my sensei says to me When we’re training, he says, uh No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
And if they do, fuck 'em
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
And if they do, fuck 'em
Every time I’m at it, they get heat stroke
Guess I’m kind of savage, got your passage, getting repo’d
Smoking, tripping acid, eating meatloaf, turn bees into mosquitoes
Got my people on my beeper and my teeth close to sativa
Bro, you cheesier than Cheetos, hmm, that was cheesier
I am cheesing off the shows that come with these flows
Heaven knows that don’t need those, but I keep it 'cause I like it And I’m leaving all my vices on my notes on my device
My composure of a nihilist’s in the face of a God’s
Is my knowledge in the taste of a broad’s
It’s never over 'til my days are discharged
We ain’t even, we just racing the odds
Me ain’t breathing, I’m in space with the stars, but
Before I step in this crazy shit
I wait for the day I can say that you made me rich
Most of the haters just hate 'cause I’m making it And, bitch, you’re failing, just remember, yo No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
And if they do, fuck 'em
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
No one can hate you like you hate you
And if they do, fuck 'em