Not really Z - Ignore the Storm lyrics

[Verse 1] To understand is an understatement To comprehend is too complicated A heart on my sleeve believes I'm a failure So I ain't talkin' bout Wiz if I got tailored Thinkin' I deserve better perception Correction, I change my mind with closer inspection Surface level, I'm a worthless rebel I a**ert the treble of my troubles, I never settle So it's “f** you”, impossible is what I must prove Fallen victim to blunts, booze and even lust too Luckily, pride never succumbed to addiction Arrive just to run from the sum of my friction Guilt ridden after I've taken my last stab Feel smitten, staring down at my Half Cabs That's that, from a cellar of static #7 on the Knicks throwing a fit, I'm melodramatic [Hook] Turn a deaf ear to the thunder, a blind eye to the flood Gasping for air, gotta keep my head above Nothing I haven't heard before, ignore the storm [Verse 2] I've seen a 20 year old promise die in her sleep So I'm takin' my chances, I sew what I reap It's deep, when the guilt closed in Knowing y'all are sheep in wolves clothing Some can't help it, prescribe the pain Deceptive blood, so when I lie, it's done in vein The love has changed, tryna dead a beaten horse Come in smilin', leave the sequence hoarse ‘Cause you can set me off without settin' me up I'd be lyin' if I guaranteed the best of luck The world falls down, apathy'll pick you up But the flames don't allow much time with that crutch Pride said I've been consulting him too much Then says, “You probably don't give two f**s” (What) Never been aligned with the margin If you're starting copies may as well scan my carbon [Hook] Turn a deaf ear to the thunder, a blind eye to the flood Gasping for air, gotta keep my head above Nothing I haven't heard before, ignore the storm [Verse 3] They confuse my plastic suppression as pa**ive aggression Which, in essence, is backmasking the question The gray space is black and white, with a clay face Breaking at a delayed pace, afraid of a displayed case Realism appeals to my sealed victim Locked away, so depression can deal with him There's two ways out of the drama Either dead it with honor or leave it with a comma Me? I like to think the former is my light soruce But the latter's resting up against this high horse I'm sick of being lied to, no, not by my peers Listenin' to whispers in my ear courtesy of my fears I'm acting reckless, tryna prove my nerves wrong Hate my reflection but I'm worse when it's gone I plead my case, submit drastic measures The day my grave's in place will be my last ditch effort