Songtexte Smr - Kleff

They told me "never become
A motherfucking artist
You're just some wasted precum
If I gotta be honest"

They said "You're never grateful
And all you speak is bull
This music isn't tasteful
I think it should be pulled"

They said "you'd never fight me
The most you'd do is spite me"
That most of you don't like me
Thinking that you'd unhype me

That only filled me up
With the rage I feel inside me
Tell me where I fucked up
And do please do so precisely
Remind me

(Fellow, fellow)
That fellow who was that kind to me
That fellow who passed that rhyme to me
Mellow was what they'd grind for me
Said hello and goodbye to me

Replied to me
Didn't let off their smoke
They always took my side for me
Even if I was toked

They tell me "never become
Too tasteless and too bitter
This takes a lot of clean up
But you gotta dream bigger

None of this is your place
You know you walk with the stars
Down here there's walls of hate
No wonder they leave you scars"

Everyone's saying the same
Insane logical fallacies
Anyone naming the game
Already lost their fantasies

Having one doesn't equate
You rating your bros masterpiece
Like raiding a muse doesn't do you
Favours in musicality

You're pitiful
Mythical
Like a thought that isn't difficult
Is a cult
Following so goddamn beautiful
You record
Every little bit of musical
Fuelled accord

I'm a little bit different
I recall
A little insistent
Ideological
Indifference
In my songs
A bit of distance
Is a lot
So bro get going

Reap your sewing
Eat your greens and
Beat your foes in

Leave them frozen
Get their hoes in
Fuck the shit out of their
S.O. and

Don't give up
Bro live up
To what you know
Not what you must

What you'll know
Is what you'll trust
And you'll always go just up so

Bro just shrug it off
I know it's hard
I know you're lost

That road you walk
Has only started
Now to talk

If I could offer help you know I would
Pass a wood and get you laughing
Just as happy as I know you could

Psychotic, isn't everyone
We're mocked and it's unbearable
Alcohol and credit cards
Are precursors to terrible

These substances we only learned to abuse
Now hold us firm the joy of getting a billion views