STEAMROLLER

JUST IDEAS

live recording at practice with a bit of editing

BREAKOUT

Auld lang syne punk version

🔻 Song Insight
“Tolerated” is a truth grenade disguised as a spoken-rap performance piece. Blending confrontation with vulnerability, the track dives deep into the emotional violence of being merely “accepted” rather than truly seen. It calls out performative allyship, social double standards, and the quiet cruelty of conditional love. With sharp lyrics and theatrical harmonies, it exposes how tolerance, when masquerading as support, can feel like a muzzle rather than a hand to hold.

The track’s layered structure — shifting between lo-fi filtered quotes, direct spoken truths, and En Vogue-style harmony breakdowns — mirrors the internal split so many queer people experience: one side shown to the world, the other buried under the weight of others' comfort. “Tolerated” doesn’t ask for understanding. It demands recognition.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro
You say you see me, but don’t get my ways.
Say it’s "tolerated"—'cause I don’t act that gay.
You think that makes you woke? You think that makes you okay?

Verse 1
"I can’t watch that—it’s about two guys. Eww."
What, you think we’re contagious? Like love’s a disease?
Relax, it’s not a scratch-and-sniff video scene.
We won’t rub off or rub on—don’t flinch when I touch your arm.
Just ‘cause I’m gay don’t mean every man’s my type—
Get over yourself, you're not that fine.
Don’t act confused like you’re the victim.
Pushback gets loud, but your silence is the real affliction.

Hook
Tolerance sounds kind...
But it’s got conditions you don’t define.
It says: “I’ll let you be—just don’t make me see.”
That's not love. That’s sanitized cruelty.

Verse 2
"You can sit by me… as long as you're alone."
"Just tone it down, pretend, don't make it known."
That ain’t support—that’s a closeted leash.
You call it freedom, but you're holding the keys.
You hype up lesbians, call it hot,
But flinch at two dudes kissing? That’s your rot.
You lost the plot—
Love is love, and you’re stuck in the knots.

Interlude – Vocal Breakdown
He like dudes.
—And he don’t hide it.
He like d*ck.
You tried to deny it.
He even like the scent of his pits.
Ooh, that man’s legit.
He likes when he’s dressed...
He likes the way they have sex.
He loves his chest, he loves his heart...
He loves his man—every part.

Bridge
You say you see him?
No—you see the parts that fit your frame.
That ain't love—no, that’s just shame...

Build-Up
He tolerates you—
Your unplugged views.
He tolerates the slurs you slide into.
He tolerates the cracks in your ‘jokes’—
He shrugs it off…
But don’t mean he's blind to the smoke.

Climax
Tolerance is a cover-up cloak...
It’s a handshake with a side of choke.
It’s bigotry in a satin robe...
A word that smiles while it says ‘no.’
Get your sh*t straight.

Spoken Bridge
Open hearts, open minds—
That’s the only freedom worth finding.
To love someone’s soul,
Not the packaging that’s assigned them.

🔻 Personal Reflection
There was a time when I felt grateful to be “tolerated.” Like being allowed to exist quietly was a win. But that was never freedom — it was survival. “Tolerated” was born from the realization that silence is not kindness, and invisibility is not safety.

I’ve heard the side comments. I’ve seen the discomfort when I speak freely. I’ve watched people cheer on queer pride from a distance — as long as it didn’t cross into their space, their family, their comfort zone. That subtle exclusion? It leaves marks.

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Tolerated (Explicit)

(prod.sickboi)

LYRICS:

I don't wanna be your toleration
I don't wanna be your toleration  
listen to what I be, conversatin'
I swear I don't mean no hate, all against ya'
I just got way too much, all on my plate
now I just feel replaced, all in your tension
I be feelin' mental, in all of yall's place
I feel disassembled, don't try reassembling
played with all of my heart, and it's 50 strings
I don't wanna be your toleration 
I don't wanna be your toleration 

tolerated

(prod.66smokey)

I just want you to go kick rocks
I just want you to go kick rocks
I just want you to go kick rocks
just stick yourself where the sun don’t shine
go take yourself on a hike
where I can't see you in my life
cause you're the grout for my grime
can we talk one on one
wait just lemme say before you run
I'm sorry for what I've done
I'm don't want no complications
no drama 
I just wanna
just me and you
can we talk in the same room
and listen to some tunes
can we talk things out between me and you
I'm sorry for tryna ruin what we had
I'm sorry for causing drama
and now all I feel is like an expat
tryna make a us once upon a
I'm sorry for all the dram-

seperation

(prod.bowsa)


LYRICS:

bitch, I know I'm mentally sane
don't tell me nothing, okay
I didn't mean to overstay
I just wanted everyday to be the same
yet I only got myself to blame
putting myself to fuel an invisible fire
all I wanted to do was entice her
and now I'm all alone writing these silly songs
I wish I didn't do any fuckin' wrongs
I just wanted a place I could belong
and now I myself extinguish in shame
and now I myself extinguish in shame
and now I myself extinguish in shame 
don't tell me nothing, okay
bitch, I know I'm mentally insane

total fucking werido

(prod.sickboi)

you're in my way
you're impeading in my place
please disappear and go away
you're in my way
you're impeading in my place
please disappear and go away
cause you're in my head and in my brian
causing every bit of hate
and I just wanna escape
wake up baked every minute
tryna forget about you
i'm at my limit
I'm without my process due
you're an imposition on my life
blinding my vision whenever you lay upon my eyes
I just want you to dissapear like the sun in the sky
don't come back like the sun that's about to arise
you're in my way
you're impeading in my place
please disappear and go away
so I can be my own day
you're in my way
you're impeading in my place
please disappear and go away
won't you just g-

infliction

late night (interlude)

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