Name: B I l l Y by prod. By Sean J
Duration: 4 min 56 s
Description: A random Mac Miller remix I made that I found on my phone.

Say My Namee ( prod. by skywave )

2016 Self-Conscious

Lyrics:

Turn my pain into art
Use my blood as the paint

I think
A mutual committed suicide
I wish she saw what I did when I looked into her eyes
Rooted behind the foolish lies, her truth survive
Her strength, potential, love, and beauty hide
Damn
Her view was blinded
I wonder what she influenced by
Wish she was supervised
Thinkin' about how I wasn't there to provide
Our last chat replayin' through my mind
A dude could cry
...
Yo
Feel like I'm losin' time
Youth has died; got murdered; wish it was euthanized
Scrutinized for tryna avoid a suit and tie
Disputes wit' God; I'm tired of writin' stupid rhymes

When it reigns, it poors...
(When it reigns, it poors)
(When it reigns, it poors)
I'm trained for war...
But I can't take no more, uh

This documentary fucked me up
Watchin' 'em helped to crop a better me, comin' up
Instrumentally, mentally, implemented thee empathy
Sympathy, feelin' deep, the misery, and some other stuff
I'm a product of Taxicab Confessions
Took a Uber; now, I'm chillin' in the backseat like ask me questions
Mad acceptin'
Have depression, but lack possessions
Apprehensive
Acquiescent to tragic lessons
Mass affection so Jarrod's sendin'
This chick wit' a fat ass a message
She read it
Responded uninterestedly
Rejected me
Rest in peace, sel-f-esteem
I let it be
So naive of me to think that in any lifetime she'd wanna mesh wit' me
There's some shallow in the deep, but no deep in what's shallow
My attraction decrease, from the heat or the shadows
I try anyway
Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment
Buggin' or somethin'; I think I love when I'm sufferin'
Would you notice or acknowledge if my messages ceased?
Would you care and be the one that send a message to me, first?
Girls I wanted to grow wit' on they own shit
Was so pissed
Now, I'm hopeless
And a buncha ain't shit niggas tryna tell me how to be shit or do shit, when they ain't do shit
So I'm reclusive
Tryna focus on music
This ain't the shit that you groove wit'
Everybody turnin' up, I turn 'em down
When they come on
I like that real shit
Shit that you can feel shit, uh

When it reigns, it poors...
(When it reigns, it poors)
(When it reigns, it poors)
I'm trained for war...
But I can't take no more, uh

Kevin called me wit' a shaky voice
Remainin' poised, he asked if I was busy; said he needed to talk
Came through, told me Mike was in an accident; after it, didn't make it
Didn't know what to say, zipped; I'm speechless, in awe
Do I hug him? Do I cry or remain tough?
How do I comfort him inside? I keep sayin', "what?"
It don't seem real; why him, God?
He was a good dude; sung his hymns, God
Maybe he's a vessel and he died to inspire or provide us with strength, appreciation, or some other shit in makin' us successful
Just tryna pull positives from a negative
Does everything make sense or do we make sense of everything?
Was every single act you ever committed and didn't in your 25 years of livin' in vain? (huh?)
Never thought that I'd be speakin' through these raps
Told your mom she made an angel; God needed you back
Damn
I'm havin' trouble copin' wit' adulthood
Shit is no good
Used to be able to chill in person and could give your face looks
Now, I gotta log into Facebook to ever see you again

This the third kid I went to middle school with that died within the last 3 months

When it reigns, it poors...
(When it reigns, it poors)
(When it reigns, it poors)
I'm trained for war...
But I can't take no more, uh

B I l l Y

prod. By Sean J

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