this has been on repeat for the past few weeks.
Take a look at me
And you’ll see I’m for real.
I feel what only I can feel and if that don’t appeal to you
Let me know and I’ll go cause I flow better when my colors show.
And that’s the way it has to be, honestly
‘Cause creativity could never bloom in my room.
I’d throw it all away before I lie.
So don’t call me with a compromise.
Hang up the phone, I‘ve got a backbone stronger than yours.
But do you give a damn?
That I can’t not be what I am.
I’m not the milk and cheerios in your spoon.
It’s not a simple hearing but not so soon.
I might have fallen for that when I was fourteen
And a little more green
But its amazing what a couple of years can mean.
Just try to figure out
Exactly what I’m about
If its with or without you
I don’t need you doubting me.