Hatchback - Faux

That was me writin verses in the third grade, ayy
That was y'all actin tuff on my worst day, ayy
Now I see through the fauxs like a fur coat, yeah
When they see me want to talk like it's all good
No way, pretend like it's okay
Probably smile in your face cus I don't throw no shade
Just know that I remember everything
Every moment, every letter and
I forgive it now, just know that I'm irreverant
Talk's over, hit me after my show's over
No closure, rather write it and re compose you
I rewrote you, recharacterized you
Im inspired, shh, quiet
Once I blow I'm going private
But dont remind me
I'm the type to want it then I got it
See I'm working while they trying
My brother close like a simaese
Don't inquire
"Let it Be," "Deacon Blues" playin on the iphone
I dont wanna drive home
Rather live it late night
Your rappin's like a hate crime
We heard that through these grapevine
Say I'd posit to the great sky
Wonder if close my eyes I'll control my fate now

I don't wanna talk
Every word like a loaded gun, bang
Actin all tough
But pops told me I should never run, damn
And I been anxious
Shit's sacred, every thought dangerous
And we gon make it
Fuck an invitational

Written by:
Brady Brickner-Wood

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