Emo Steve - Too Ugly

They askin what happened
Honestly I been looking for my passion
I lost my soul been tryna get it back man
I lost control heart colder than Aspen
And women and weed was the distraction
And drowning in my emotions was the reaction
So I took it back and chopped up the sampling
Uh yea

Too ugly for fame is the campaign
But when she look me in my face she dont comprende
And you bet not bring ya friend bae
Always pocket watching cock blocking no Dikembe
She just want the best for her friend aye
I think hidden agendas might be the plan A
And if I get in her feelings might need a plan B
I was all alone, dolo, by myself
Damier belt help to hold my self esteem up
While the devil out playing clean up
I was in the back of the brinks truck
Tryna get my fucking G's up
I was thinking grands in a rubber band
But Uncle Sam had another plan
Type of shit got me saying mother fuck government
Even when I was working for the government
Nothing was sweet shit was hot
Summers was oven lit
Working 28 hours one weeekend that was some other shit
Where the fuck did my life go
To get the budget bitch
I ain't selling no white hoe
Excuse my fuckin French
And these days be too ugly for fame
There's a price you gotta pay for people knowing ya name
And I ain't even need a taste to know that that ain't sweet
What's the cost of ya soul bruh that ain't cheap

Written by:
Matthew McMullen

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