Taylorsgb - Off The Record

Look, since we speaking off the record, I won't curve it
I'll keep it straight, we not spinning off like it's cursive
I'm kinda great when I'm living all in these verses
A wordsmith who'd rather words than whatever worth is in a person
You hear this?
Too many years that I've been working
So sure that I'm unsure of every verse that I turned in
So I turn, flip 180 degrees when it's becomes certain
That it's a song for release, and not a song for me behind these curtains
But since we off the record, I'm not a rapper fit for you to see
Not working out for public eyes, not new to me
Cos every time I publicise I'm met with major scrutiny
That's why I keep it private when I'm serving up this brutal tea

And brutally, fuck a chorus
When you rap this rudely, how can song structure ever fucking come before us?
I'm that bomb buster that makes foundations shake
When my songs run up, the walls crumble
A demolition expert when I draw from rubble
And rubble and dust is where I'm at
A couple of ruts I went and had
A couple of nuts and bolts were fucked, I tightened that
And shovelling up my golden past
Discovering nothing old will last
Enough is enough, so throw it back
And cover it up so no one laughs

But, uh-oh
They see it, your weakness
Your lies they don't believe it
They see a nobody with no hope, who so facetious
Who holds his feelings
And throws them to the void when he don't wanna be him
You wanna be someone else? Off the record?
You deserve the person that you are
So suffer up and go to hell, no hope or spell
Or home or growth in mental health
Will hold you higher than what you have reached before
And that's the tell.
This pen will tell ya' you're a fool without the pressure
Who'd never measure up to someone better
No matter the weather
And yes it's raining now, of course all of these songs will pour
But just because the clouds are out don't mean that you should fucking bore
And if you're feeling down and out, they stay out for us both
Both the writer and the listener have given up some more
So give it up, for living out of flows
What difference did it make, and what places did you go?
How beautiful is fate, and what arenas did you tour?
Did you ever make it out that fucking town that you adore?
Sorry - Adore to hate
You opened up the doors to hate
Of course it never goes you way
You're hopeless Tay,
But let's keep that off the record.

Written by:
Taylor Williams

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