this track is me talking about my thoughts inside my head and how right now im not doing the best but how ill get up there and just all kinds of things email me if you want better explanation also this is a repost this song is already up on 709 but i wanted to post it

internal meanings - Telford (prod bruferr beatz)

Color Blind

Cover Art By; @JaiTerror
Beat Produced By: H3 Music
Vocals Mixed/Mastered By: Krewbtt
Recorded By: Cxnversate
Written By: Cxnversate

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LYRICS:

More people 
New faces
Write a verse just to rearrange it
Working hard
No time wasted
Could flip my table
When I’m losing patience
Running out of ink
When I’m filling up pages
Parents think I still be going phases
Homies be watching saying that I’ll make it
Teachers think I’m stupid
Blow bands on a bracelet

Blow bands on a bracelet
First year take off, go broke
Fame gone
Doing a feature 
And they still be getting my name wrong
Heard it all before 
Like I still be writing the same song

I wanna say fuck high school fuck college
Then I feel dumb when I really think about it
Nobody knows but I think that I got this
You gonna hate 
I’ll decline when you calling 

Think I ain’t hear it
Wouldn’t but you talking 
Not very bright boy
You do it too often
You been a pussy
Finish what you started 
I know that you won’t
But you still be my target

Fucking putting money
That we be going the farthest
Calling me a rapper
I swear to god im an artist
Disrespecting me 
Light a fire under your carcass 
Ain’t nothing new to me
Motherfuckers thinking I’m heartless

They talk like I ain’t godly
Won’t admit to catching a body
The homies kicking it all day
We go out and kill for the hobby 
Mama think I’m ungrateful 
To myself I’m thinking oh well
Tryna lie and say my chance is small 
I ain’t buying what you wanna sell

I start writing a song
Only time that I feel alive
I didn’t believe in no fake fans
But now
I see the signs
People tell me that I’m gonna make it
Then I see the look kept inside they eyes

Wondering why man
They feeding me bullshit
Do they really believe
Or think I ain’t notice
Put the questions into poems
Meeting some pricks like I’m diving in roses
Kids always get it
With things that I’ve spoken 
See I been a poet
Ability to leave your homie near frozen
I know that he scared 
But he never gon’ show it
He praying and hoping 
That I’m gon’ forget
That the bars that I wrote 
Got recycled and stolen

Some artists wanna see me fail
But keep it low
So we share ideas
Don’t really care if I pop or not
They just wanna say that they were here
Do I care not really 
Tryna ruin me 
Man they acting silly
Going stupid
They ain’t thinking clearly
Cut em off
When I see they fake 
Then they always got me
Feeling guilty
Others always gonna watch me move
Treat my come up
Like a fucking series
Copy every single move I make 
But I don’t hate em
I love em dearly
I should rap about getting high
Maybe then my numbers hit the ceiling 
New age topics pop me off
They say they won’t
But I got a feeling
Rap about fast cars
Fucking bitches
Maybe killing some thugs
Maybe
The only way
That I can get all of my numbers up
Wish I knew how
But I ain’t giving up
Chirp and call me hella corny
But I don’t ever really give a fuck

Phychopathic (prod. lucid beats)

XDiablo314