N. C. Palma - Fuckdemi

Mama said I could be different
Or maybe she didn't
It don't really matter
Or make any difference
But I'm tryna distance myself from the people around (People around)
Looking for self on the path
And I leave the old me in the past
Cuz I'm fighting some demons, embodied and scheming
But I'm always holding my ground
Part of me wants to go party
But I'ma just skip the Bacardi
And face one, and try to get started
On verses I'm working on
FOMO been holding me down (Holding me down)
Pray to be paid like I'm Jaden
But easily jaded, and frequently faded
I'm searching for purpose
But feel like I'm learning
There really ain't none to be found
My baby asked me how I'm doing, said I'm doing fine
She said "you always keep your feelings bottled up inside"
And it's been a fucking minute since I've been alright
I told her, "babygirl, you trippin', let me live my life"
My baby asked me how I'm doing, said I'm doing fine
She said "you always keep your feelings bottled up inside"
And it's been a fucking minute since I've been alright
I told her, "babygirl, you trippin', let me live my life"
Busboy never get a bust down, huh?
Gold tooth, if I'm coming for the crown, huh?
Smoke loud, synesthetic with the sound, huh?
In my circle, if you finna come around, huh?
I don't do feelings or nothing
I'm wondering who I can trust (Who I could trust)
I was about to do interviews
Wayne came and fucked this shit up (Fucked this shit up)
I feel like I am more talented
Than most of the people around (People around)
I said fuck Demi Lovato
My homie's really in the ground
I've been on a quest for a minute tryna find myself
Tryna promo, bros give me no help
Guess I gotta run it with the hand I'm dealt
So I'm feeling like Dwan when I hit that felt
Feel a type of way, spit flame, bae melt
Pen turn pain to attain that wealth
Tryna be aware like I rock that pelt
For the people say I changed, I became myself
My baby asked me (My baby asked me)
I'm doing fine (Fine, fine)
My baby asked me (My baby asked me)
I'm doing fine (Fine, fine)
My baby asked me how I'm doing, said I'm doing fine
She said "you always keep your feelings bottled up inside"
And it's been a fucking minute since I've been alright
I told her, "babygirl, you trippin', let me live my life"
My baby asked me how I'm doing, said I'm doing fine
She said "you always keep your feelings bottled up inside"
And it's been a fucking minute since I've been alright
I told her, "babygirl, you trippin', let me live my life"
My baby asked me (My baby asked me)
I'm doing fine (Fine, fine)
My baby asked me (My baby asked me)
I'm doing fine (Fine, fine)

Written by:
Nicolas Palma

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