Jesse - Listen Better lyrics

Hey, it's just me i got some words
Yo, mmm, listen please

Everybody hates me when they see me
But they love me once they meet me
And I'm hotter than the sun wearing a beanie
This the life I live because I chose it
Nobody ever proposed it
But, it's so picture perfect you would
Think that I was posing
For the cameras and the lenses
I would never consider someone who knew
About my business as a friend
It's crazy to think that
Forever isn't endless
And even though these things make sense
I'm still relentless
When it comes to putting dinner in my stomach
I'll be grubbing onto something till I
Love it then I vomit
Running up that hill to the
Money like a summit
I'm the coldest white boy in this rap thing
I promise
Too many tattoos to even start counting
Spent so much on them had
To hire an accountant
Filled up quick like my body was a tweet
But 140 characters could never let me be
To the people, the art of how I truly feel
Ain't but, damn, won't be enough
I need the whole damn easel
New nickname King James 'cause I'm regal
Thank God freedom of speech isn't illegal
Look i hope to be the next 2Pac Shakur
Walk a different path than now
With two socks before
I get two shots or more taken
At me from the wrong weapon
Where I'm from we never
See Smith and Wesson's
But, I'm guessing if a lesson could
Be learned instead of lived
God would have a whole lot more to give
People fucking for themselves and then
They have a little kid
Bring them out unto this Earth and
Then desert them for a bit, look
I spit faster than the voice
Behind a fine print i'm losing my mind
So it'd be great if I could find it
I say that I love money but
The love I have is priceless
I'm in first place
You won't ever find me behind it
Uh, my statistics keep on moving up
Sorry if you hated on me and
You never wished me luck
But, I don't give an f-word and I never did
Who are you to say that
You ever doubted this kid
So blessed that I was let to dream
So I tap out
I let my feelings on this retina screen
Made a living for myself
Bought expensive things
That in-crowd till I die, man
I love my team, look
I can hardly believe that I smoked weed
But, I was feeling green that day
Call it Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Used to play guitar a lot
Until I broke a string
The low E, which is the exact one that I need
'Cause my emotion's so low, tanks on me
And I could give a fuck about ya, take on me
I'm not the same but still a
Hipster and a shitty artist
Need those six zero's
Like I said I barely fucking started

I'm starving, I'm starving, I'm starving
Starving for attention, for attention
Point your eyes please, please, oh, please
Point them in my direction
'Cause, I'm starving
I'm starving for attention
I'm starving for attention, starving for a
Starving for an answer
Oh, no, oh no, no, mmm