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letra de unphased (outro) - smith.b

[intro/bridge]
overdone is for me
it’s for the long nights fixing b-ss and tweaking the keys
it’s for the reddit posts and iphone notes tuning out cl-ss
it’s for the beats with under 10 plays after busting my -ss
and for the experimental summers, money i should’ve saved
smoking, rocking capiché, it’s for the phases i embraced
it’s for the self doubt following my favorite jam
it’s celebrating me learning to love who i am

[hook]
and what i’m into, maybe it’s not for you
may take advantage of a naysayer one time
it’s what i’m into, maybe it’s just not for you
take advantage of a naysayer one time

[verse 1]
amalgamations of unfinished screen plays
thought i was living longview, motivation fades
back in the days calling my friend out of cl-ss
in high school come to the band room to record raps
bad mixing but good memories
embarr-ssment flooding me, it’s all i perceived
this for the great times that i didn’t let last
and the inconclusive self reflections come just to p-ss
but now i’m searching with success and a headlamp strapped tight
one path, coming from me, no other light
bright, beaming down a tunnel neverending
the fears are always blending, swirling, shapeshifting
but if i got into this hole then i can get out
without clout, money, numbers, recognition or doubt
people always look everywhere but up
so now i’m clawing at the ceiling, waiting for the thing to bust
to swim through the aqueduct, day planner under arm
laptop in the bag but it’s not being harmed
i can do it
eventually you’ll pop up out a manhole
renivigorated, ready dude? stand tall
call out to anybody still doubting
and shove in their face the defiance love and power
loving how you are is intimidating, believe you me
looking like a dork filtered through sensibility
sensitivity is not a weakness it’s a periscope
optics above tryna avoid ego tropes it’s a trip
finally if no label can hold you
just hold yourself and use the one that none can hold a candle to
you

[hook]
it’s what i’m into, maybe it’s not for you
take advantage of a naysayer one time
it’s what i’m into, maybe it’s just not for you
i’ll take advantage of the naysayers forever

[verse 2]
rapping sent my mind in many directions like the konami code
when am i finished? sh-t, how can i know?
i could talk about this for hours sh-t somebody needs to interview me
tell em how i dont care if it’s a phase cause it makes me happy
how i didn’t have a reason to continue this except for me
and all for free – well, i sold one beat minus the website fee
im selfish. this the culmination of my progress
high school mixtapes i scr-pped but now i’m reset
distracting me from cl-sses, i’m sorry to my professors
but hopefully this will be worth it for me it’s been worth the effort
and the time, combing verses line by line in the bathroom stall
dead sprinting at a wall then hit the last second pole vault
even if it this doesn’t mean sh-t to anyone else
it means a lot to me and i need that right now

[bridge]
overdone is for me
it’s for the long nights fixing b-ss and tweaking the keys
it’s for the reddit posts and iphone notes tuning out cl-ss
it’s for the beats with under 10 plays after busting my -ss
and for the experimental summers, money i should’ve saved
smoking, rocking capiché, it’s for the phases i embraced
it’s for the self doubt following my favorite jam
it’s celebrating me learning to love who i am
x2

(outro)
if my family is listening, this whole thing may come as a bit of a shock. but know that i love this, and it’s something i feel i’m genuinely good at. rap music is a creative outlet like no other because you can be anybody you want. i’m not bryce, i’m smith, the b is just behind me. in rap, words can simultaneously mean everything and nothing. i know i’m not living the lifestyle i rap about – i’m not toting guns, popping bottles and climbing the charts. but rapping about that beats struggling with anxiety and self esteem. it beats the constant stream of re-ssurance from social media that the world is slowly dying and we’re k!lling it, the american justice and education systems are complete jokes, and that i’m way far behind all of my peers and all their accomplishments. rap is a simple solace, and i love it

so in short…
sorry, not sorry

- smith b

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