Quadeca - Easiest to Write (Hardest to Sing) lyrics

These are the easiest to write
But the hardest to sing
Got everything I’d ever need
I can’t be wanting a thing but to be honest
I could really use that car or a ring
And I’ve got some clout
But I can’t stop till I’m a star or a king
I want my mom to know I’ve got a stable job
But I think that I’m underwater with these
Expectations watching me sink
Can’t escape it in their eyes
It’s like they’re watching me blink
But I don’t know how many dollars
That this song's gonna bring
I wish my numbers were a bit bigger
I wish my girl was just a bit thicker
I wish that I was just a bit richer
Short cut, a bit quicker
You only look at photos on a iPhone
Like how could you see a big picture?
See, me and you
We got some backwards priorities
You tryna smash through the past up
In your frat or sorority
I’m tryna master my craft
Fuck that whole trap into normalcy
It’s boring me
All I need is a lack of authority
And fuck the majority
Got me feeling alienated
Songs so out of this world
People claim that aliens made 'em
'Cause maybe I’m crazy, but please
Don’t blame me, hate me, just listen
Living a dream’s fucking with
My circadian rhythm so, yeah

Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking
I just see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
Oh, yeah i just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions, yeah
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up, yeah

They don’t want me to go on a trap beat
They just want me to go to the backstreets
Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese
It’s past me wanna steer the wheel
But I’m still stuck up in the backseat
I feel like I’m being driven
By all my passengers i imagine a Tesla
But really I’m in the Acura
All I ever wanted, but fuck
I know I don’t have enough
Got me mad as fuck when I add it up
Like I brag for what?
Say they can’t understand but say that
I don’t rap fast enough
I been crafting these tracks like
What will actually grasp enough?
Had to take step back
Realize who I’m rapping for
Who I’m mining my passion for
Who the fuck’s really counting score
I do this shit for myself
I don’t need anyone else, then I’m alone
Then no one’s calling my phone
Then I’ll be calling for help
With no one around
I might fall and make a sound
But no one hears it till I drown
Till my body hit the ground, till
They walk me into town, like
"Look who the fuck that we found" yeah

Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking
I just see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
Oh, yeah i just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions, yeah
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up, yeah