Self, self-pity, self-self pity Why the fuck is everybody else giddy? I woke up and felt shitty Matter fact I've felt the same all week Let down on my last album on the shelf sitting And I think I might need, help getting out of bed Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning on a thread I'm my own worst critic, and I gotta write a album But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get obsessed Cause I hate what I write, say-say something tight I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might Let 'em down if what I make don't relate to them right If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my record And if my second doesn't sell better than the last I'mma owe the record label cash So it's hard to relax and write raps I be losing concentration sometimes I look at what they sayin' online Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't respond I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home life To juggle ain't no free-time My manager callin' up, "what you got another deep song? What is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?" Not in the mood to write a weed song I'm sitting giving myself a mental beat-down when I rap I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case I can have conversation with rappers I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a name Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me? But, on the other hand, people think I'm all famous I ain't as paid as you think, when I tell 'em the price is To get me on a record they are like it's too expensive just to pay me a G And I'm starting to feel guilty Cause I'm known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams So I'm watching dudes tell me that I gave 'em motivation Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same thing as me but Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they makin' is tight But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life And it's all my fault... damn They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my thoughts online Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that crossed my mind Cause I hate rap Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part Even though I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time And they be swearing that they go so hard They don't really even say shit Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and synching The song I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the speed You gotta make it make sense And did I mention that I really hate fake fans? I don't understand how one minute, everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot That's how the shit works First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin This kinda shit hurts This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube Sayin' that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw) I don't rap like that, I don't hang around white boys who act like that I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap it's like... damn

I really don't know where this story began My friend Houston had got himself a girl Swank is her name, she's got the best of him And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hand And they could care less what's comin' up Sometimes their future doesn't have much luck This wigged-out thing called love They make it kinda rough And they don't really mind They're on their own They said this has been motionless orbit flight Around each other, intoxicating their minds Dancing in the street under suburban lights They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt And they could care less what's comin' up Sometimes their future doesn't have much luck This wigged-out thing called love They make it kinda rough And they don't really mind They're on their own To love, lose, and control So you better hold on As they walked together in time Leavin' all the drunks behind This wigged-out thing called love They make it kinda rough But they don't really mind They're on their own, own

Let it begin, let Adam in Step one: original sin Underneath the leaves, Adam found Eve Both of them found something sweet under the apple tree Then it was over, roads divide Step two: learning how to lie Let me ask a question to present day How the hell did Eve end up with all the damn blame? All the damn blame To all the dirty looks, the kitty cat calls To the ones who try and throw us up against the back walls Let me tell you something you'll understand Only the little boys tell you they're a big man To all my sisters and all our friends We have to thank them, please Strength means blessed with an enemy Oh, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me try, try, try, try harder Oh, that's all I ever do, ever do Oh, no no, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me stronger, stronger Now, hand me my armor (Hand me my armor, hand me my armor) Step three: I see The unforgettable, incredible ones who came before me Brought poetry, brought science Sowed quiet seeds of self-reliance Bloom in me, so here I am You think I am high and mighty, mister? Wait 'til you meet my little sister Oh, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me try, try, try, try harder Oh, that's all I ever do, ever do Oh, no no, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me stronger, stronger Now, hand me my armor What you didn't do to bury me But you didn't know I was a goddamn seed You don't scare me, I am of the earth So tired of your empire Blind men only set the world on fire Sad you can't see it You brought the flame, here comes the phoenix You make me try harder Oh, it's all I ever do, ever do Oh, no no, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me stronger, stronger Hand me my armor Oh, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me try, try, try, try harder Oh, that's all I ever do, ever do Oh, no no, my, my, my, my armor comes from you You make me stronger, stronger Hand me my armor (Hand me my armor, hand me my armor) (Hand me my armor, hand me my armor) Hand me my armor (Hand me my armor) Hand me my armor, hand me my armor

The afternoon has settled long and heavy on my shoulders The winter's light feels different on my skin It doesn't seem to strike as far below the surface so I have to conclude that shadow won't let it in That shadow won't let it in, shadow won't let it in December... You've always been a problem child December... You run me down right restless and wild And I remember when you used to be mine December... December... The leaves are all still changing, the weather here is mild and vacant A winter's blooming on Los Angeles The artificial cold is more than I was hoping for But not enough to consume the darkened state I'm in The darkened state I'm in, the darkened state I'm in December... You've always been a problem child December... You run me down right restless and wild But I remember when you used to be mine December... December... Distill a whole year down into a day Act like we all start over with a pristine slate But to get yourself a new life you've got to give the other one away And I'm starting to believe in the power of a name Cause it can't be a mistake if I just call it change December... Can't turn around now December... Break the chain, can't live in circles again

Hey, hey, hey, it's us, Girls5eva (Girls5eva) And we're gonna be famous for fun-hundred years 'Cause it's like five more than a hundred All we know is we're gonna make this count! Gonna be famous 5eva 'Cause 4eva's too short Gonna be famous 3gether 'Cause that's one more than 2gether! People starin' at us, thinkin' we are badass Watchin' as we wave goodbye, our stomachs are the flattest Ridin' in our Lexus, life rarely affects us Drinkin' Veuve Clicquot champagne and textin' all our exes Playin' with our brand-new flip phones Talkin' with our friends (talkin' with our friends) See the new ink on our hip-bones That's how our story begins Gonna be famous 5eva 'Cause 4eva's too short Gonna be famous 3gether 'Cause that's one more than 2gether Ridin' with my ladies (ladies), we now got a Mercedes (Mercedes) Makin' rounds and tellin' jokes like regular Wayne Brady's Shoe shoppin' with my sisters, the Louboutin left blisters That sales girl was really cute, I accidentally kissed her We used to play pretend on the playground Some girls will call us dumb (some girls will call us dumb) But all those haters now will bow down When they see what we've become Gonna be famous 5eva 'Cause 4eva's too short (oh, no, no) Gonna be famous 3gether 'Cause that's one more than 2gether We won the prize 2gether, our fame starts 3day And it won't stop 4morrow We're Girls5eva, can we get a high six? We're workin' 24-7 to keep you in 8th Heaven Checkin' out the hotties, with their sexy bodies Still drinking Veuve Clicquot champagne, we all got Maserati's Chillin' at Mercado, sharin' a gelato We'll all be birds and fly away, just like Nelly Furtado We looked at all the numbers And placed our bet Our future adds up to this The best things haven't happened yet Gonna be famous 5eva 'Cause 4eva's too short (too short) Gonna be famous 3gether 'Cause that's one more than 2gether! Gonna be famous 5ever (ooh-ooh) 'Cause 4eva's too short So, what are you waiting five? Girls5eva