Lucy Camp - Be You lyrics

Dedicated to my supposed blood I can't let this thing linger You think I'm heavily medicated I might open up I got a tat on the ring finger Meaning I do love me now I'm a deep thinker They do wanna love me now so they sink deeper No more of that puppy pout with an ugly frown Can't stand the sight when they weep liters In a knee skirt, doesn't matter what I'm in I speak free first You think B words Are gonna get me down sweetie swerve I spoke for the mayor so please research I know my sh**, I know my sh** I know my sh**, I know my sh** I know my sh**, I know my sh** I've got a mean demeanor but I'm working on it Tryna be tolerant if we're gonna get further on it Looking to k** in a verse, mood of a murderholic You know I'm willing to curse, you know the person I been And you know the people I was You know that we only trust Few others even if evil is getting each one of us To come to the dark side, I'm just being up front Only because nobody told me I could be what I want I don't know how much room I got in my calendar Honestly I would like to fill up every f**ing parameter I gotta be busy otherwise I go mad And you never know what can happen When you don't even know what has occurred And to myself I wanna know what I am her Running along the wrong ones been a habit for So long Doing the forth and back bicker For the prologue Meeting and getting a bad picture Getting wrote off I suspect they lead unfulfilled lives And that's why they feel the need to come and spill lies Money never made it man I clump a bill tight You never heard a real thing up until mine Tripping over an anonymous claim I figured how uncommon my name was so since then I told the people that I never wanted my name I told them I don't know I guess it's just a part of my shame It's been a while though They always wanna choose The path on which you roam Claim they don't want you to lose While in your way to your goal No one does it Quite like I do You can't do it Quite like I do Can't go through it Quite like I do So I better be me And you better be you Don't cross the fine line I mind mine Mind your own, divide pride you need to find your home In a world like this you need to ride alone Dedicated to liars and poser f**s, you cats need a ring leader You think I'm already dead, but I come alive in the clutch Y'all making me nap, I'm a deep sleeper Just when I was comfy, now I gotta be spring cleaning Get rid of the junk in the up in the house, give it mean sweep Put a lid on these bums slumming around, With they unoriginal sounds Get 'em a bus outta town now they free-wheelers Consider it done! I'm awful good at preparing Err on the side of precaution, and so demolition's exhaustive The cost of innovation is far from a large fund It involves that you cough up something missing that's awesome You can't dig in your coffers, to make an offer You go live through the brawls, through the wars through it all Till the scars and the flaws are your armor You're prolly as authentic as Starbucks imitating a startup But I get it who really wanna be a martyr? Knowing the First one through one wall's gonna be lost And the Second one who's ballsy enough'll prolly be harmed The Third in the line is, nervous and tries but he falls The Fourth is shot in the head 'cause he's tall Then Five through Seven are mauled, eight, nine and ten Will then catch a slug to the skull When the enemy's outta ammo, they stall, The Eleventh person crawling over the bodies gets all the credit involved How fair! Swinging once at the pitch, and now you've hit one out there You a fraud ball player and even with uninformed crowd's loud cheers Something in you will always wonder how you got here Muff**as sample the flow and they not cleared Trying claim they family with Tone, but they not heirs Lifting and they jacking me, bolted and caught caught air Kid, this isn't flattery, phonies, you're called spares So don't compare, If you read it, said it up in a thread you can bet that you're caught in my crosshairs 'Cause I'll get an alert, but the sh** talk's rare So a 100 and 1 percent of my inbox clear But I got a message for f**ers who want shares You're better off investing in buckets and armchairs And let me do, all things you, wanna cling to On some “me too”, but I need room, please move Be you