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letra de my attitude* - kevin abstract

[verse 1]
i’m like woah
still dealing with demons i met in the third grade
still seeing sp-ce i’m bumpy with no chain
cast me the plate
the real its no game
big hair
big boots
big mood
okay
backstreet boy but i drive my own way
got a little freak like champagne on my face
she said i’m exclusive like the third time today
god showed me hollering
[?]
blood on my demons
he believed in me today
i pray to my angels but they said [?]
yes
even holy ones eat five n-ggas a day
i eat all my sins with a dash of honey
got love on my ear and revenge on my plate
god took his time and then he hanged kid cudi
now double the money and try to take it away

[chorus]
i know where i’m going
just me and my attitude
i know where i’m going
just me and my attitude
[verse 2]
pass me the shadows
bar from the past life
i had to eat the apple
don’t worry about me
i spent my early 20’s careful
29 club
its a [?] and a hassle
any assh0l- that try to take my castle
get thrown back
rewind like callow
reporting live from juno
reinventing tomorrow
love on the side like i really like chappell
everyone turn tell your boy be to a natural
turn my whole life in to a recessive [?] channel
i’d rather be truman
life’s better as an actor
i don’t want to be spielberg
i need to sleep better

[chorus]
i know where i’m going
just me and my attitude
i know where i’m going
just me and my attitude
[verse 3]
let me pretend that i don’t call
let me pretend you got a problem going on
let me pretend that i wanna just get along
maybe that’s the answer to every michael song
let me pretend that i’m my own best friend
let me pretend that i ain’t a [?]
we all the same n-gga anyway
what’s real
what’s fake
i’m so caught up in a phase
let the rhyme fake face
i hear jesus had a gang
you hear jptsd
[?]
let me pretend that i ain’t burning
now cook
let me pretend that he don’t wait still for my kiss
shallow my look
tryna mimic my scripts
stealing my style
let me till my soul split
wind on my face
blood on my hands cools
let me pretend that this b-tch feel natural
that god ain’t far
just crying on sabbatical
let me make a song that you would cry to
a song that you could laugh to
a track to make the whole room beat your ass to
but that’s just my attitude

- kevin abstract

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