No Love with Little Stranger

Yo I get lost inside my head on the regular 

I gamble for a living and music is the creditor

I borrow self worth from the screams of the crowd

Then the lights turn off and the interest compounds

I know the way that it sounds, but I don’t take it for granted

I’m talking bout my world hoping you can understand it 

See I live on a planet where I’m globally known 

But tend to feel so alone cause of the way that I roam

I'm always visiting home via a cellular phone

Feeling less like a man and more like a drone

But I keep it in the red and ignore the physics

Cause if I slow down it validates the critics

Yo, I'll continue grinding on this ladder that I’m climbing til the day I’m at the top and all the hard days are behind me

You can keep talking shit, you ain't the first one that's said it

I’m the mother fucking truth you’re just the radio edit

You don’t gotta love me, it ain’t gonna hurt

It’s a sold out show and they’re singing all the words

You don’t gotta love me, it’s all relative

You don’t gotta love me but I'd love it if you did

I try to live by the words I speak, I try to learn through the friends I keep

I struck a nerve while fast asleep, I posses the curse of a true believer

and every verse is another word written in a book titled self help, a costly possession

yo I need to find a way to exhaust my aggression

I feel the most at peace when i’m lost in obsession

so I open a cage filled with limitless rage to be held against its will by the ink on this page

telling me it’s still gonna think up a way

to escape from it’s cell and take over my days

and so I bottle it up until i’m out on a stage

and I scream into a mic until i’m blue in the face

every bar that I produce is just a word in my biography

put em on your track and they’re the peak of your discography

You don’t gotta love me, it ain’t gonna hurt

It’s a sold out show and they’re singing all the words

You don’t gotta love me, it’s all relative

You don’t gotta love me but I'd love it if you did

Ayo John [Ayo man] 

Man wouldn’t it be great

If we could just go demonstrate how we’re empowered by the hate.

But the love [yes the love] it can take us into space

Just like a rocket full of fuel to rule in each state and every state

So we play, and roll the dice with every shake I manifest my best with every breath I go and take
Away from all the crowds and get em loud and make em quake

Cause when the mic is in hand, i feel the weight of all the greats

Wouldn’t it be great

Wouldn’t it be swell

If you came and saw me on a night I’m doing well

Wouldn’t it be nice

Wouldn’t it be cool

If I could only be myself without feeling a fool

Wouldn’t it be wonderful

If my mistakes were refundable

Wouldn’t it be rad if I didn’t feel bad

Wouldn’t it be great if I could let down my guard

It don’t gotta be hard

It don’t gotta be hard

You don’t gotta love me, it ain’t gonna hurt

It’s a sold out show and they’re singing all the words

You don’t gotta love me, it’s all relative

You don’t gotta love me but I'd love it if you did