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letra de deja vu - cihtym

hook –

it feels like i’ve been through this same issue once before
could this be deja vu no clue
but one thing that i do know for sure
this feels like a never ending loop since
it feels like i’ve been through this same issue once before
could this be deja vu no clue
but one thing that i do know for sure
its one i dont wanna return to

verse 1 –

way back in school when i used to rock my bag with one strap
actin like it so swag i’m so bad
step to me and get toe tagged
pretend to be to good to hang with the doushebags
screw the preps and jocks
no such thing as outcasts
hanging out with the ones who would out class
by popular vote
overcame envy never was one to gloat or just boast
tried to be the good while fighting the bad but ended up being both
playing the same exact part
just acting it out with different roles
i suppose
my head sp-ce was wrong
only focused on being raw
doing what was done to me
thinking in order to be a boss
gotta act this way no matter the cost
as if that’ll solve every problem that i have crossed
but wasn’t like that at all
just happened to cause more issues
that i had to figure out how to get through
knowing in life that i had to fill some big shoes
so it was either grow up soon
or be stuck in a position where everyday id reminisce
that only shot i missed
i had to choose
hook –

verse 2 –

back when it was my second year in this rap game
couple friends conversed behind back like
“look at how much that zack’s changed”
“i wish he would just act the same”
“one of us should try to say”
but i wasn’t convinced i went back into my old ways
to stubborn to understand what they claimed
just thought they were tryna hate
on everything that i’ve made
pretending i was to great like our levels weren’t close in range
was to dumb to know my place
when they were the ones on the ball
and i was just a cold case
started feelin like deja vu
managed to wake up to the truth
this path that i have pursued
took me down a road like my youth
as i heal i relapse through it to
how many times can i lose
before i run outta chances to shoot
every time i pray to still recoup
i would jump through hoops for a hoot
till i realized that my life turned into a loop
bending to the will of the fame
overconfident while building a name
became ill while thinkin i was being real
tryna appeal to the type of person i ain’t
hurting those in the process who had my back all the way, man
hook –

- cihtym

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