ADOLESCENCE is a song in English
Sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta' good at something
Fuck these demons like Final Selection
Can't seem to get their attention
I got love don't need aggression
Man, I'm cold, don't need to mention
Buy bare shit, bank's in recession
Still focus on small transgressions
Tired with red eyes, more exercise and health's in my possession
Yeah, I got many obsessions
Focusing's out of the question
Passing time, this ain't profession
Easiest form of expression
I see the difference, Hell from Heaven
One's for privileged kids with blessings
Other one's for kids who ain't have shit and trapped through adolescence
Yeah, that's on sight
I ain't half-cast I'm off-white
And I remember I'm shattered when I forget that I'm fine
You know I see different sides
I see big pictures, it's nice
Take in Baloo's look on life and forget your worries and strifes
I got bare necessities like breathin' and eatin'
But looking back on my youth, now, sometimes it feels like I'm dreaming
I ain't have much to believe in but they say seeing's believin'
One more fuckin' quote from Facebook I'ma turn around leaving
I'm mad, I'm twichin', eyes streaming
You're busy kickin' and screaming
I'm Aizen, forever scheming but my demeanor's redeeming
It's bait you niggas are seething, I'm like the Sun when I'm beamin'
I lose, it's calm, I'll move on
You lose, chew me out like you're teethin'
I'm opening floodgates underneath bridges I'm fixing
I'm tryna' let bygones be bygones so why do you never listen?
You only look out for yourself, I don't need your exposition
Don't tell me get over shit
Have you been in this position?
First they step with dem' zombies like Alpha, Samantha Morton
Some catch a bird like Sandra Bullock they're soon free men like Morgan
They don't scream Free Em' like Nito just get to cheffing like Gordon
Some man just beef on the Snap
Road, its 'No' like Amanda Holden, woosh
I see em' trying hard, recycling bars like an ironsmith
Man, I insist, I'm tired of it
Impressed more by the bars I miss
I'm hardy shit, stop cappin'
I don't care about the cars they whip
Your Carti' wrist is shinin' but your pen and pad are dull as shit
Fuck these demons like Final Selection
Can't seem to get their attention
I got love don't need aggression
Man, I'm cold, don't need to mention
Buy bare shit, bank's in recession
Still focus on small transgressions
Tired with red eyes, more exercise and health's in my possession
Yeah, I got many obsessions
Focusing's out of the question
Passing time, this ain't profession
Easiest form of expression
I see the difference, Hell from Heaven
One's for privileged kids with blessings
Other one's for kids who ain't have shit and trapped through adolescence