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letra de anymore - thr

thr: he’s the same artsy weird kid
we hate oddb-lls, so he won’t gain any friendships
disregard all past the outside. let’s be prejudice
three letters will share the facts you’re unfamiliar with
alright. it is i– tyler rice
haven’t smiled since the ninth grade. i’m not a liar. lights!
sacrificed a higher (hired) life to write my kind of time-imbibing
project i -ssigned myself so f-ck high schools’ ideas of final prize
abiding by my own rules. tough times call for a no-show
i’m crying on the low? truancy keeps my boat afloat
lonely nights and isolated mornings, dawnings, cold as snow
i’m nowhere near my goal. the game is loading slow like photos
drag me through the dirt, i’ll pack some hurt, smack you inert
dumb-ss, you’ve heard how magic “thur” is now that’s one word you can’t blurt
i snack on learning alternative verbs to -ssert in my current
journey controverting the current, submerging under surface

i am almost at the ending
my alb-m is packed and ready
try tackling this perception
wine gl-ss is at most half empty
byp-ss all the harder living
white rappers now have equity
night lasts with the seventh digit
last night’s feeling was just quitting
pretty please get rid of me
life’s pity still won’t get to see
why live if bronchus cease to breathe?
like, sh-t, i suffocate with ease

i wrote most of these words, quotes, when i was sixteen
that was one whole year ago, now i’m releasing
no one succored while i worked. they all just mixed drinks
i’m a sucker for support. works as a wished thing
have the wisdom in the lyrics that i’m really handin ya
half fans listen to the business rather than me. camera!
happy thinking is out of my reach. my head starts cramping up
hacking me with black reality to axe my stamina
ignorance is bliss, and literates are p-ssed. the visions
wits will get forever trim the wills and what-ifs with limits
it strips the sentiments, benevolence of everyone… and their kids
the lesson is obsessive critics… quit your diminished opinions
sit down and evaluate your wealth before you give out ratings
to the m-sses, when you’re half a star yourself. it brings me pain, see?
i’m not crazy when i say i think that maybe when you’re paid critiquing, affinity fades, and then it’s missing… lately

“don’t do drugs.” that is what d.a.r.e. drilled into me
“yo… have fun!” says all my dopehead friends today
“oh, you suck,” playfully maim at my history
“sober? yuck!” people my age waste merit away
aye! respect my ethics with a p-ssion
-ssholes satisfied adapting to this atmosphere. action!
you can laugh and leave me left out in this mad world as the captain
of my sunk ship. i’ve busted vessels for practice when this happens
i latched myself inside a room and hatched an alb-m with no tag-ins
from companions for the chance to be accepted for my rapping
and for who i am– that cl-ss clown turned introverted person, furtively
hurt and reserved who never murmurs a word… anymore

- thr

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