[Intro] [staccato piano chords, melodic bass, mid-tempo boom bap drums] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] The penthouse with the doorman, like Van Gogh, I was painting on the floor, fam You can see the sawdust, I know how I draw, jam My mama and my auntie tried to stop me from that warpath Used to want the love, I was sick of getting torn down Where's the world's smallest violin when I need it? My passion's like five alarm fire, y'all can see it When I open my mouth, no matter how I try to speak it They don't hear what I'm saying, they just care how I said it Some men you teach and some men you let 'em be And it's better to be alone than to keep bad company I used to think that I could say this, say that Not a footnote, just a low-res, I don't do this to get rich Some shit you can't let slide, who else gonna do it? The rest of y'all don't live the notes, music Just show me where the sword is, it's my only true friend But it cuts too deep, so [Chorus] [layered melodic vocals, piano continues] You can tell by the red in my eyes You can tell I ain't slept in a while It's like I've been in hell for a while You can tell that I'm ready to die You want to write me off, it be too easy I'm my own worst critic, I'm the worst one to you Each version of her spinning, don't let my tone and my words Don't let my flow and my style distract from the fact that collapse tax don't miles You can see how it works, you can hear the soul of my church Don't be mad if it don't, like a cold for my verse I'm a whole different world, like the poles for my verse I hold my own on my verse, but still they try to belittle my mind Minimize mine, demonize mine, y'all want to be me right? Tell 'em I'm the illest alive, but that's a waste of my time My girl's tired of the way that I cry, so when I write it's just a waste of my energy I've been told to talk about anything but the way that I think But my opinion doesn't matter 'cause it's all how you say it [Chorus] [layered melodic vocals] You can tell by the red in my eyes You can tell I ain't slept in a while It's like I've been in hell for a while You can tell that I'm ready to die (hey, hey) You can tell by the red in my eyes (in my eyes) You can tell I ain't slept in a while It's like I've been in hell for a while You can tell that I'm ready to die [Outro] [piano chords fade, drums drop out, melodic bass lingers]
