Lucy Camp, Tonedeff, Fjer - Be You lyrics

Dedicated to my supposed blood
I can't let this thing linger
You think I'm heavily medicated
I might open up
I got a tat on the ring finger
Meaning I do love me now I'm a deep thinker
They do wanna love me now so they sink deeper
No more of that puppy pout with an ugly frown
Can't stand the sight when they weep liters
In a knee skirt, doesn't matter what I'm in
I speak free first you think B words
Are gonna get me down sweetie swerve
I spoke for the mayor so please, research
I know my shit x6
I've got a mean demeanor but
I'm working on it
Tryna be tolerant if we're gonna
Get further on it
Looking to kill in a verse
Mood of a murderholic
You know I'm willing to curse
You know the person I been

And you know the people I was
You know that we only trust
Few others even if evil is
Getting each one of us
To come to the dark side
I'm just being up front
Only because nobody told me I
Could be what I want
I don't know how much room
I got in my calendar
Honestly I would like to fill
Up every fucking parameter
I gotta be busy otherwise I go mad
And you never know what can happen when
You don't even know what has occurred
And to myself I wanna know what I am her
Running along the wrong ones been a habit for
So long doing the forth and back bicker
For the prologue
Meeting and getting a bad picture
Getting wrote off
I suspect they lead unfulfilled lives
And that's why they feel the need
To come and spill lies
Money never made it man I clump a bill tight
You never heard a real thing up until mine
Tripping over an anonymous claim
I figured how uncommon my name
Was so since then
I told the people that I never wanted my name
I told them I don't know I guess
It's just a part of my shame
It’s been a while though

They always wanna choose
The path on which you roam
Claim they don't want you to lose
While in your way to your goal

No one does it quite like I do
You can't do it quite like I do
Can't go through it quite like I do

So I better be me and you better be you
Don't cross the fine line I mind mine
Mind your own
Divide pride you need to find your home
In a world like this you need to ride alone

Dedicated to liars and poser fucks
You cats need a ring leader
You think I’m already dead
But, I come alive in the clutch
Y’all making me nap, I’m a deep sleeper
Just when I was comfy
Now I gotta be spring cleaning
Get rid of the junk in the up in the house
Give it mean sweep
Put a lid on these bums slumming around
With they unoriginal sounds
Get em a bus outta town now
They free-wheelers - Consider it done!
I’m awful good at preparing
Err on the side of precaution
And so demolition’s exhaustive
The cost of innovation is far
From a large fund
It involves that you cough up
Something missing that’s awesome
You can’t dig in your coffers
To make an offer
You go live through the brawls
Through the wars through it all
Till the scars and the flaws are your armor
You’re prolly as authentic as
Starbucks imitating a startup
But, I get it who really wanna be a martyr?
Knowing the First one through one
Wall’s gonna be lost
And the Second one who's ballsy
Enough’ll prolly be harmed
The Third in the line is
Nervous and tries but he falls
The Fourth is shot in the
Head cause he’s tall
Then Five through Seven are mauled
Eight, nine and ten
Will then catch a slug to the skull
When the enemy’s outta ammo, they stall
The Eleventh person crawling over the bodies
Gets all the credit involved
How fair! Swinging once at the pitch
And now you’ve hit one out there
You a fraud ball player
And even with uninformed crowd’s loud cheers
Something in you will always wonder
How you got here
Muffuckas sample the flow and
They not cleared
Trying claim they family with Tone
But they not heirs
Lifting and they jacking me
Bolted and caught caught air
Kid, this isn’t flattery, phonies
You’re called spares
So don’t compare, If you read it
Said it up in a thread
You can bet that you’re
Caught in my crosshairs
Cause, I’ll get an alert
But the shit talk’s rare
So a 100 and 1 percent of my inbox clear
But, I got a message for
Fuckers who want shares
You’re better off investing in
Buckets and armchairs
And let me do, all things you, wanna cling to
On some "me too", But, I need room
Please move be You