I'm Not A Rapper

(专辑： Pretty Girls & Grey Sweaters - 2012)

I was named after my grandpa, raised by both parents
Grew up spending a lot of time with my grandma
Y'all don't really give a damn, huh?
Afraid of missing the moment, somebody bring the camera
Might be a Kodak
Capable of great things, sorry but I know that
And I know dudes that wanna go back, that's why I feel the need to hold back
Tell me I'm spoiled, my folks knew what I needed
In a bad game, but the parenting succeeded
So I play fair, I'm on that fair play
That don't necessarily mean that I'mma stay there
Pardon the concentration
I always think about chord progressions while having a conversation
So what was it that you said?
Is it going to my head?
Growing on stories that I've read
And I don't feel the need to be out partying instead
Spend my days mumbling in a studio
In a business based on who we know
Maybe I should get my priorities in order
I keep thinking of all the thoughts I've never thought of
This world is confused
So I'm trynna spend more time caressing my girl than my shoes
She feel like I don't write about her and I should
But what is there to say when everything is all good
Now she's like matter fact
Don't do it, don't put me in a rap
The metaphors is heavy, she won't know how to act
I rap about my ex and trust me, I don't want her back
Somebody clap, somebody bring a plaque
Truly sorry, I forgot to read what's on the back
Steel expression, facing a magnet
I went to that same place out of habit
She can't face that we had it
Check under the carpet for traces of magic
She came into my life to spread some light in it
Had to let go of her hand so I could write with it
They not liking it
Everything I say must be coded or else somebody might get it
And as we play on
I'm frustrated 'bout the crayons she stay on
I don't mess up, usually
There's a last name where a heart used to be, now
And I don't fight with my emotions
Doors steady open, keys are my devotion
And everyone moving in slow motion
Like they trynna run it at the bottom of the ocean
I ain't trynna get no drama
So I do my teachers like they did Obama
I'm not a dropout
But at times I've been one drop from dropping out
And all I know is open arms, never been rejected
Though I recall the feeling of being neglected
Thanks to my mom I am well reflected
So you don't need to explain, homie, I get it
Bitter dudes say I sound like so and so
Translation, sound like I'm going pro
And it's hard keeping it on the low
When the people that matter tell you you're on a roll
Small fears, all cares
As long as you are something they can call theirs
Got songs that gotta wait like 4 years
So tell me who I am, man, I'm all ears
And there was no doubt, 'till I found myself in a big city all alone in a hotel room
Like: This is what I sell to'em
They say I'm sick and they hope that I get well soon
Mom stressed I never eat and I keep underestimating sleep
I'm just trynna put a blessing on a beat
And make those who do stop questioning the leap
Confession from a geek, the truth goes
I actually write better wearing new clothes
And watching these rappers, makes me wanna do shows
Too many cameras, help me come up with a new pose
Head's wishing time would be reversible
I'm a part of a new era, see we personal
What do I put so much thought into these verses for?
Looking around like, do I have to curse to blow?
Maybe I'm just thinking too much
Analyzing everything, I'm shrinking too much
They say I'm bigger than myself, no connection to reality, I'm blinking too much
Let's be honest for a minute
Close my eyes, I'm not seeing any limit
Going more places than a stewardess
I'm not a rapper
I just sound good doing this