Noemad - Talking to Myself (Interlude)

I think I lost my way
I feel like I can’t do anything
I hate half of the shit I make
Scrap it all I don’t want it involved
Deleting files off of my computer
Nobody wants my beats so I get no use of them
It’s okay ‘cause these beats aren’t for you they’re for me
They’re my way of coping with shitty things
Like when my grandpa died
It was something like 11:45
We all sat on the couch and cried
Three days later I wrote a song that made everybody cry
Still got a picture of me and him inside
My phone
Look at it when I feel alone
At least I know that he’s not alone
I’ve been feeling so crazy
Writing rhymes so that they see
So that maybe
I can be an idol
I try to not be idle
My mind is my rival
I’m coming for the title
I’m getting lonely as fuck hoping for anybody to call me up
My pokerface is so good so you’ll never call my bluff
I be making music when the going gets tough
And no I never thought of giving up
But I know some people who thought they had had more than enough
I’m just glad they’re still here living it up
Even if they’re 12 hours away up above my state
I’m in MIA they’re in ATL
I be sitting here looking depressed as hell
I ain’t got no girl to treat me well, oh well oh well oh well oh well
I don’t really give a shit anymore
My album’s gon’ be out of stock in every store
While they’re living their life so boring
Their kids gonna ask for tickets to see me touring
I’ve been feeling so crazy
Writing rhymes so that they see
So that maybe
I can be an idol
I try to not be idle
My mind is my rival
I’m coming for the title

Written by:
Luis Arce-Cervantes

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