Pressures on me and its running right straight to the top. I got people asking me when this album will drop. I always knew to make a dream come true it would cost a lot. I hope this all works out because it’s just all that I got. For Contradictions there was no such thing as pressure. Now there’s a side of me that wants to do better. I could be the biggest fuck up that has ever been born into a family that has never
tasted success. I’m doing my best to not lose my head, to not lose my friends, to not to offend I guess I meant, to not be afraid, life’s going to change, whether for the better or for worse, life is attracted to pain.
Cause I don’t even know what to write about anymore. I could write about the girl I kissed on April 4th. Or I could write about how I almost lost her, to a father’s depressive , precious, fucked up daughter.
It’s hard to be honest when I know I am not that strong. I never say the names of people in all my songs. Because I fear of their emotions and how they would feel to hear their names being mentioned and slaughtered and still be my friend, fuck, I just want to be liked. But I’m a thief who steals your heart in the nighttime.
I take us to a special place; replace your thoughts with just my face. Dissect your heart and take the pain, rearrange your veins so it spells my name. Wake up and associate, me with love it’s all the same; I’m your savior and you’re the one I saved.