Just Bottle It In, Bro 55.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Opening Verse] Yo yo, man up. Just bottle it in, bro. Don’t let it out. Let it consume your soul. [Verse 1] Yo yo, man up. Wipe those crocodile tears. Ain’t nobody wanna hear that pitiful wimperin’. Just bottle it in, bro. [Chours 1] That was the dialect growin’ up. We weren’t allowed to shed a tear. We cried, we moaned, We were told… We’d be given somethin’ to cry about. [Verse 2] Growin’ up, we were told. Cryin’ makes us little wimps. Morsels on a fryin’ pan. Up for grabs from the people above us. [Chorus 2] Yo yo, man up, that’s what they taught us. Just bottle it in bro, that’s what they taught us. Don’t let it out, that’s what they taught us. Let it consume your soul, that’s what they taught us. [Verse 3] High school comes around. We can’t express them feelings. We let it fester inside of us. It comes out as panic attacks. [Verse 4] So they tell us to relax. To calm the hell down. That there ain’t no reason ‘fo the anxiety. [Verse 5] So we stuff that shit down. We get depressed, we go numb. Then they tell us, “Your soul went cold.” [Chorus] There ain’t no winnin’ in this small town. Always they got some shit to say. When we try to express our frickin’ feelings. Always gets thrown like a glowing hot brick… …Back in our face. [Verse 6] Yo yo, man up. Just bottle it in, bro. Don’t let it out. Let it consume your soul. [Verse 7] First it was “Stop crying or I’ll give you shit to cry about.” Second it was, “Relax, calm down, ain’t no reason to be anxious, fella.” Third it was, “Your soul went cold. You’re an emotionless roach.” Ain’t no winnin’ in this small town. [Verse 8] We manned up. We bottled it in, bro. We didn’t let it out. We let it consume our soul. [Verse 9] Now we’re barely outta our late twenties. Dealin’ with chronic illnesses left n’ right. Stomach issues, headaches, loss of appetite. All cause of that toxic ass programmin’ that got drilled into our heads. [Instrumental Outro]