Текст песни Feelings - Sauce Is Matisse

My past created this Matt who claims he don't matter, say shit
A passive statement of abjugation is affirmation
But after weighing this saddle laden with bags of fake shit
I have to say I'm a castaway and I act evasive
I masking mayhem, the average face of a dapper patron
I'm that ashamed of my habits, waiting for maturation
A staggered pace, I'm a tad delayed to the adult game
But half the way to past the breaking point's still cause for agitation
My rapid aging exacerbated my rap engagement
A mad arrangement of added phrases on tattered pages
The pattern made was a sad display of a lack of patience
I'm past the pain and I've had it, face it I'm bad and basic
An aberration, clad in anxious exaggeration
I'm apt to cave in, I'm acting crazed and I have to hate it
I'm masturbating with aftershave and a pack of razors
Unpack the blades and I slash a vein open, that's elation
A fashion statement, emphatic case of a rabid patient
I have to say that we're that insane and we have to take
A massive vaccination for acting fake with a dash of ape shit
Detached, I'm taking the path away from this savage wasteland
Where half the pack of inhabitants have a trashy brain
And Then the flaccid half of em lack a sack for ejaculation
They're splashing gas on our masquerade with a match inflamed
Chatting, macerating my shattered faith as they spat it tasteless

It's like hashtag fuck my feelings
I never get upset, offensive is appealing
Because hashtag fuck my feelings
No one shouldn't sugarcoat shit, get the real thing
Hashtag fuck my feelings
I said hashtag fuck my feelings
Hashtag fuck my feelings
Cuz when even real thoughts feel wrong, that's the real thing