Budman. - External Influences

It isn't like me
To take a single thing lightly
I'm unlikely to be unaffected
If somebody doesn't like me
I go out my way to be at parties where I sit around
And try impressing people who
I shouldn't give a shit about
Superficial tings
Look at how much I can drink
Watch how well I freestyle
Then clean my puke right out the sink
It never helps taking anything to extremes
Leaving kickbacks insecure like
Did I make anything too extreme
A little too intense
Will I be invited back
Feelings creepin' on me while I try relaxing
Writing raps
I really wanna have a little 'lone time with the page but
It's never 'bout the content
All I think about's the way that
My brother's gonna listen to it
Is he gonna fuck with it
I just poured all my heart onto a paper
Now I'm chucking it
And if he ends up loving it
But all I've written's Verse One
The second verse will only be
To match up with the first one
External influences dragging me down like an anchor
I've got too much shit on my mind to write bangers
I wake up and I spend an hour dressing for the day
But I always wear the same ripped sweatpants anyway
I'm indecisive, if you could just tell me to my face
Guessing what you want from me is causing planet-loads of weight
I wake up and I spend an hour dressing for the day
But I always wear the same ripped sweatpants anyway
I'm indecisive, if you could just tell me to my face
Guessing what you want from me is causing planet-loads of weight
It isn't like me
To show that I'm offended, even slightly
But I don't take criticism kindly
Imperfections in my writing are on purpose
Don't remind me
Of every time I don't rhyme when I should be rhyming
Because I feel misunderstood
When I'm rapping it's to you and not to me
I know 'bout my emotions, I don't have to jot to feel them
And when you tell me what you thought of last week's recording
Well you're picking 'part the real Ez
The one I don't reveal
As though he's just an alter-ego, in-the-booth persona
As if the only dude I am's the one chugging Coronas
Or whatever at your parties while I freestyle on the sofa like
Look how dope I am guys, I'm a fuckin' rapping Yoda
But if you listen closer than you'll know it's just protective
I've created other songs about this
None have sent the message
Interesting - I share my thoughts and
No one seems to get it and
They wanna put their own spin
It's not open to edit, these
External influences dragging me down like an anchor
I've got too much shit on my mind to write bangers
I wake up and I spend an hour dressing for the day
But I always wear the same ripped sweatpants anyway
I'm indecisive, if you could just tell me to my face
Guessing what you want from me is causing planet-loads of weight
I wake up and I spend an hour dressing for the day
But I always wear the same ripped sweatpants anyway
I'm indecisive, if you could just tell me to my face
Guessing what you want from me is causing planet-loads of weight

Written by:
Ezra Budman

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