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letra de it'll be ok - pagen elypsis

[intro]
mic check, one, two, one, two
um, dim them lights or turn ‘em off if you can’t dim ‘em
i would prefer to have ‘em dimmed, but
if that’s-the only option is off, then we’ll go off
listen

[verse 1]
by the second story on the news, i’ve had enough
i’m on my way into the game, but dudes are shootin’ at my bus
and i’m starvin’ for success, but no one cares enough to sponsor me
the fire’s on its way and i’m preparin’ all my property
it’s terrible, but honestly, my self-worth is american economy
‘cause i’m constantly scared it’s gonna drop on me
i never won the lottery, therefore, i didn’t break free
it takes more than nine-hundred dollars to stimulate me
but i happily accept it and with it, do exactly what’s expected
i never had to practise bein’ reckless (nah)
it wouldn’t make me rich though and that’s for sure
though i still love that i’m havin’ more than i’ve ever had before
regardless of this money sh-t, i don’t wanna dwell on no stores
what the f-ck do i need sh-ll toes for?
if nothin’ left for any one o’ them to sell no more
i’ve never had so much, but i’ve never felt so poor
and in case you couldn’t read between the lines when i was spellin’ it
i meant like personal, the finance is irrelevant
that’s when i comprehend it a lot
the money doesn’t make you happy, (nah) it just makes you forget that you’re not
yeah, and even then, it’s barely temporary
i mean it’s no surprise, the sh-t is sedentary, still, yet it’s scary
so until i’m dead and buried in the cemetery
i’m gonna be gettin’ there by any means necessary
[chorus]
this isn’t meant to be a sad song or gettin’ to complain
i’m tryna be the man, tom, let me just explain
this isn’t somethin’ that a rough week brought about
i just wanna talk about the things that need sortin’ out
i just wanna get across a few things i usually don’t say
save your tears, i don’t need no shame
don’t want no one to feel pity over me, no way
i just want someone to tell me it’ll be ok, ok?

[post-chorus]
this ain’t a negative song, this ain’t a sad song
this just a song that sometimes that
life ain’t a fairytale and sometimes the motherf-cker in the mirror isn’t prince charmin’
so take it how you wanna take it
but just feel what i’m sayin’ because it’s straightforward honesty right here

[verse 2]
they say, “why ain’t he goin’ out much? why ain’t he got a girl?”
“if he’s so d-mn smart, why ain’t he takin’ on the world?”
“why’d he f-ck up school? why’d he never go to uni?”
f-ck that, first try to comprehend what’s goin’ through me
i would love to explain it ‘cause people deserve it
i would love to shut the f-ck up, succeed and be perfect
when you’re swimmin’ for your life and the bein’ is worthless
the sharks swim deeper than what people see on the surface
my close friends can’t properly see
our mix is more like a solution, (nah) except it’s now a problem for me
so when they tell me not to act so confidently
i’m so insecure inside that it’s ironic to me
so if my punches are hard, i can give you songs to pump in the car
pick somethin’ apart, spit hundreds of bars
but sometimes i go deep and feel every letter
‘cause punchlines’d never made me feel any better
plus there’s time on my side, i’m privately tryin’ to seek attention (what?)
but publicly, i’m tryna hide
plus now, i go online and i find
a million facebook friends whose lives seem more excitin’ than mine
and it’s rare for me to ever see that jealousy
especially when every person on the sh-t is there because they’re friends with me
a new chance is comin’ next for me
if i f-ck it up enough, eventually this sh-t will be a pregnancy
[chorus]
this isn’t meant to be a sad song or gettin’ to complain
i’m tryna be the man, tom, let me just explain
this isn’t somethin’ that a rough week brought about
i just wanna talk about the things that need sortin’ out
i just wanna get across a few things i usually don’t say
save your tears, i don’t need no shame
don’t want no one to feel pity over me, no way
i just want someone to tell me it’ll be ok, ok?
this isn’t meant to be a sad song or gettin’ to complain
i’m tryna be the man, tom, let me just explain
this isn’t somethin’ that a rough week brought about
i just wanna talk about the things that need sortin’ out
i just wanna get across a few things i usually don’t say
save your tears, i don’t need no shame
don’t want no one to feel pity over me, no way
i just want someone to tell me it’ll be ok, ok?

- pagen elypsis

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