[Chorus] Betcha I'll letcha know that we all living in the past We all livid in that past rap We all living in the past And we all wishing for the past back But hip-hop has been knocking constant Calm, when y'all itching for that fast track Y'all been livid at these sad acts Cuz yall living in the past Throwback Balling like a Baltimore Bullet, Bullet Bullet, Bullet Balling like a Baltimore Bullet, no call so I couldn't foul out I got my ticket and I'm good and loud Got em good and loud now I been a bullet the better part of my life And I’ma write it, like I said I wouldn't foul out [Verse 1] And I’ma tell em onomatopoeia’s what I been on, and rap Bitch that's where I been at, get that? I don't fit in with any hip act, get back Mismatched and I meant that All this mumble rap bitches bump is whack These punk acts all deserve to get their tongues detached But it's in fashion like a fucking fad I could be happy but I must be mad Music gotta evolve like any art form But a lotta these songs are missing art’s form Like it's hard to be soft, but where's the heart, boy? Why’s it gotta be awful to get the spark going? They chose showmanship over knowing their shit So us lonely spitters’ll choke, flowing in fits But we're alone in the mix And we don't know where to go with our hits, so [Verse 2] I got a vision, lemme spit it, hip-hop never died and it never left And so everything's a lie and it's said in jest The real issue is the rise of the ignorant They got eyes on the venue, but deny respect I can't knock the hustle, I can't knock the grind I can't knock the money, I can't knock the shine But I can knock the guff and I can knock the rhymes I can knock the fuckery, "damn sauce, it's fine" I am not a solution, or a movement And I ain't vying to do shit all but music I found my fuel, and I couldn't refuse it It’s abused for amusement, true, but when I do this my noose is loosened, do you

[Chorus] When you're that awkward party at the party And nobody acknowledges that awkward guy You can't fault that you’re a fly on the wall Cuz ain't nobody being smart tonight You can't fiction a fake vision or frame flippant phrases Fickle and fake, phone in the face, but ey All you gotta do's say fuck em and hide But you had promised to go out tonight [Verse 1] You ain't the life of the party at all, face it You stay posted on the wall, you're faceless Apparently it's silent and stoic intimidation They ain't know it but you're trying to cope, you can barely take it Cuz you'd rather be at home on your couch Lying comatose and going through your phone phone til you've found A dope meme to show peeps while joking around Hold please...but there ain't no one around See everybody's of the social variety But your social anxiety owns your focus entirely So it throws you in emotional irony You're alone and you're tired, but lonely hoping your life’ll be Full of revelry, friendly festive fantasy Tethered dreams, get it? It's nothing more than reverie In the depth of your head you're meant to be But your head can be your own worst enemy, guaranteed [Verse 2] You go to gigs with your bros, but then your hope sinks You don't think that it's dope because you don't drink You know your thinking is prone to overloading The folks singing their song, but no you don't sing It's all negative, ocean of false premises Soak in it all, Getting you groping for y'alls medicine You're in your head again, knowing it's all relative Forcing a soft deadened commotion, it's called "giving in" You'd better bet that you've been a bit of a downer Stress, in essence a mess, and it's getting louder An empty pessimist tendency tends to tower You can't see anything, anything but the crowd in that Tunnel vision, and what you're thinking is something wicked You're calm and clinical while envisioning, thoughts are vivid But fog is thickening, cough and quiver, a fall, submission It's all repetitive, all regretted, a wrong decision

[Chorus] You’re blinded by that Bruce Wayne money Haha, you on that new age nothing fronting Bruce Wayne money See I'm the joker in that noose saying "fuck it" And you been two face stunting Haha, you on that new age nothing fronting Blinded by the brightness and that Bruce Wayne money [Verse 1] A million hear, a million stare A millionaire don't compare to a billionaire Your villains are scared and feeling the fear, but you're not aware That your fairy tale is thinner than air But nobody cares, famous face, a fake and a fraud Maintain the facade, entertainment’s vacant as all hell So I guess we’re all at fault, but aw well I'd give a fuck, but I been above it all, selling ...Nah we don’t get that revenue Separate the moolah from my music with a centrifuge So gimme credit where my credit’s due Stay out my business cuz my business is whatever dude Get a clue, I'm in tune yet irrelevant True when I'm telling it, ya dude don't embellish shit I'm into music, screw my mix of melanin It's moot while I'm yelling in the booth so to hell with this [Verse 2] Y’ain’t really know about the money ‘til you stack that Talking bout you ballin? Homie, where the fuck the cash at? Know you got the swag jacked, killa you can have that Carrying my fam like they fit inside a backpack That’s the kind of shit I be on, why the fuck you try me? Blinded by the money, y’all don’t know nothing about me Just because I handle mine, these failures wanna doubt me Ain’t about the paper, keep that weak shit from ‘round me Only winners ‘round me, that’s why I shoot for the crown ‘Til the king’s laying down, all that money on the ground like Boy, y’all don’t need that where you headed Currency don’t convert when your ass land in heaven Ask the dam reverend, better yet, God himself And he gon’ say you a fool for guarding your wealth Falling in the trap of a material mindstate You set yourself up, and I ain’t talking no blind date [Bridge] So you can keep your Bruce Wayne money I’ve got my tunes and I'm running I’ve found a new way to love it So lose me with that nuisance of Bruce Wayne money I said you can keep your Bruce Wayne money I’ve got my tunes and I'm running I’ve found a new way to love it So lose me with that nuisance of Bruce Wayne money

[Verse 1] I make believe all my days, I can't believe what I say I maintain a leash on my brain, but I'm patient, keeping my pace And I stay competing, I'm vacant, leaving my place of breathing, I'm sane Cuz I claim my freaky mind’s crazy, making each statement deem mine insane They say I'm a nerdcore rapper like they heard more rappers Spit a verse more dapper than the church boy Bitch I’ve heard more rappers who get hurt more fast When a curse spawns laughing in the words' story Good story, got more? I got all morning so I'm bored But the more I forge ahead the more I'm ignored so I ignore it And just one thing's in me mentally, the one thing that makes sense to me My blessing, peace in my entity, everything that I'm meant to be The source of my energy, the more that I let it breathe I'm more than I meant to speak, so I'll pour it out and make a mess of me [Chorus] On my mind there's only one thing, one thing My responsibility or the monster killing me Only one thing, one thing Call it caustic energy or preposterous enemy Only one thing, one thing My responsibility or the monster killing me Only one thing, one thing I'm tryna better a lesser me, every second I'm meant to breathe Only one thing, one thing [Verse 2] One thing on my mind, one thing in my heart and soul One thing on my conscience? Nonsense, conscious, setting my thoughts and goals And I often ponder my honest targets solved in this art and flow When I’m off I wander the farthest darkest parts of my heart I know I’m absent minded inside, see Matt’s alive cuz I try My passion writing this action item is active finding this life I imagine hiding in my asinineness, and I'm baffled asking beats why Many don't mind if this matters, cuz these matters seem to be mine Face down and my headphones on, in my zone as I vent those songs Bet I'm broken and holding on in a focused fog of regret and no loss Any emotion is ended, gone ...in a hole, a descent to fall Though I'm coping after all, I ain't never had control of my faculties [Verse 3] So make room for my elephant They tell me I'm intelligent ,but hell if I let it go to swell my head I'm well scripted and eloquent, but fell a victim, unhealthy, dead I'm on a mission to seldom sell intermissions, sweltering hell I’m in so I Write more, write more, ya can't say I'm wrong cuz I'm right more And I'm ripe roaring this hype score to make life more to my liking Lord have mercy on my mic cords, merciful they're my life force Heard the core of my hurting organs, and I'm working hard to live life

[Verse 1] I'll likely take you literal, missing all the subliminal Meanings that you were meaning to mean by the hints, I’ve been a fool I'm pretty pitiful, pissing upon the pedestal Of petty interaction, in fact I've a lack of inner rules I'm missing instinct to interact and then think Critically in sync with social synergy and sense scenes I'm in a dense dream, you never met me I manage mentally centered ya get it? Get at me I'll never be the butterfly, "What a guy!" Pretending I'm Another type of uninvited demagoguing extra Ever wonder why my tendencies tend to be odd and then some? It's unintended but I'm eccentric, on the spectrum I tend to know myself, never diagnose myself Everybody else is crying diagnosis on my health Like what the hell, I admit that I ain't coping well But I been open, telling over and over I felt [Chorus] Misfit, feeling like I didn't fit Ain't nobody getting it, the message that I meant to think Because I'm meant to think whatever makes a better fit But I won't ever fit, I'll never quit a breath of this medicine I’m past learning your tact, turning to act nervous The class curve on the back burner for rap verses So laugh, murmur, attract, turn up in Matt’s circus I'm mad nerdy and that's personal, aspergers [Verse 2] Sarcasm isn't my strong suit in a vocal tune I’m hoping that it's spoken true, not known for knowing social cues I mold a fusion of flowing foolish and showing proof Emotion moves and the notion of focus poking through The OCD, believe me or be bored of me Of course I need a freaking disorder forcing the orderly Organization, formally ordering every formerly Disorderly piece that I see before it's annoying me, Jesus This idiot savant doesn't get it yet I'm on a mission to fish up fans on the internet But every minute I spend on getting my vision set's A dead end cuz I’m never getting better, I’ma bet it Because weird’s only really okay when you've got millions And I'm civilian so I'd better be diligent But fuck a feeling, I'll admit I'm on a silly whim Living while I do what I do, I'll say what I really think [Verse 3] When I was younger I conformed, but I couldn’t relate As I got older I ignored it and it turned into hate Then I matured, never cured it but I learned to contain it And take it day to day, make it how I work in my brain, ey This is humility, admit my disability I'm willing to put my feelings aside while you're grilling me With no physician’s opinion, I've been unwillingly Agreeing with the witness of philistines, could I really be a