Undesirable

[Verse 1]

I've been meaning to say this

With non-remedial statements

Gotta breathe when I say this

Pardon me but I'm anxious

Part of me is so thankful

But parts of me should be angered

'Cause parts of me should be tamer

With parts of me in a stranger

Look, I appreciate how far I've come

And don't you think I don't appreciate all these albums?

My point of view is sort of pixelated, the vision's fading

I'm more in tune? I think that shit's degrading

Weak and dangerous, but I'm just saying

I should be happy that we made it alive

And pray to the skies

How generous, this fate that is mine

Now I got a couple names that they can label me by

They label me bi

An alias, ungrateful as I

Fuck it

[Verse 2]

I should have kept my flame in the pyre

I didn't mean to win this battle

It's like Dave and Goliath

But look at me

Don't you see me with this pain that I ire?

It's just—It's not important

Maybe it's time you should cut your losses

You tryna force it

Maybe it's I who upped and forfeit

You bind your corset

Compared to I who ducked the closet

It's all performance

Petty signs and slanty crosses

They call it gorgeous

But what of us who are closest?

[Verse 3]

Those whose love doesn't come

With the conditions of self

And those who've known you forever

Through long distance and hell

Is this supposed to be trauma

With batteries on the shelf?

If this supposed to be trauma

What does it mean for yourself?

Look at what you made

You ungrateful fuck

It's too late for us

You ever think that everything you cultivate is dangerous?

Through everything exaggerated

Lacerated paper cuts

You probably think those palisades in matinee are great enough

[Verse 4]

You say this stuff

Part of me is thinking you just made it up

Those lacy pumps will never fix the shame that you relayed on us

Razor bumps will always be in place and you can't shave them off

It's rose tinted, you should take 'em off

You ever think about how lonely you are?

Now it's ironic, but I'll hit you with a sobering thought

I wonder if you ever think about the homies you lost

'Cause every bar is just a symptom of how phony you are

Mama's in the kitchen listening to you bawling along

'Cause her baby's written vicious things in all of her songs

Then you try to do the victim thing throwing us off

Don't use me as ammunition, nigga

Grow the fuck up

Grow the fuck up