Lyrics Easiest to Write (Hardest to Sing) - Quadeca
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
But
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
songs
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
i
Phone
like
how
could
you
see
a
big
picture
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
My
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
[Chorus]
Oh
hi
to
the
secrets
of
my
life
When
they
Get
to
talking
I
will
see
it's
alright
I'm
like
oh
hi
to
the
secrets
Of
my
life
I
just
wanna
make
a
million
But
I
keep
falling
victim
to
Opinions
yea
I
wanna
stack
it
up
They
wanna
see
me
packing
up
[Verse
2]
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
And
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
[Chorus]
Oh
hi
to
the
secrets
of
my
life
When
they
get
To
talking
I
will
see
it's
alright
I'm
like
oh
hi
to
the
secrets
of
My
life
I
just
wanna
make
a
million
But
I
keep
falling
victim
To
opinions
yea
I
wanna
stack
it
up
They
wanna
see
me
packing
up
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