The Least Listened Song On The Album Lyrics

Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by having bitches or grabbing riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You're bound to fail, and I assure you a bad relation
But, who the f*ck am I to give relationship advice
And why's a 15-year old saying how to make it in this life?
I don't know, new year, new me, no it f*ckin' isn't
Woke up, 2016, not a f*ckin' difference
I guess they went out to party, I was runnin' business
Sometimes I sit and wonder, where is all the fun in this shit
A lack of reward, a lack of respect
A lack of appreciation comin' back on my check
My own company be f*ckin' me over
They be runnin' [?], they crumbling, up in the corner
'Till they come and see how one could governing over my whole money tree
And cutting the branches off as if it don't belong to me
That shit is constantly hauntin' me
But at least I can stop to leave in a month
Thank God for me, I cannot believe
A hundred-thousand-plus people follow me
Even though we've had some bumps in growth
That's shit's amazing, true honesty
Can come back to hurt me in the end
If I mask that shit I'd be seen firstly as a friend
It's a pain in the ass, but f*ck it, no pun intended
'Cause I'm so ready to travel, your luggage left unattended, yeah

The least listened song on the album
The least listened song on the album
How come, when you try to talk some sense
Yeah, they never want to spend any time you're around 'em Even if they- hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listening, yeah
And even if they hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listening, yeah

Late-night deep thoughts drowned out by my video game
How am I? Well I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are picking back up in terms of building my name
Not to jinx it, but I'm pickin' certain windows to fame
Got a lot of support from random strangers that I have never met
Better yet, the minute you change it, bet they all get upset
Like you only exist as this one element
Take a breath of fresh O2 when they can't get with it
Kind of a humblebrag, I'll admit it, I did it, spitted
I'll fix it, miss it, hit it, submit it, until it fit in
I'll do it, keep on improvin', with music that I will fuse with
I'm using a couple moves and so people know I'm pursuin' in
When you dream about the hall-of-fame
You think about the people used to call your names
And you check and wonder if it would be all the same
Step back into reality it all re- mains

The least listened song on the album
The least listened song on the album
How come, when you try to talk some sense
Yeah, they never want to spend any time you're around 'em
And even if they- hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listening, yeah
And even if they hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listening

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