Текст песни Motivational Speaker Was My First Job Of Choice

I bet y’all don’t even know how emotional I really am.

Just recently I wrote this song with my mom,
Tonight you all know what the blog is on.
And you see where I got it from,
To be honest, I still feel dumb, feeling numb,
One smile, remembering pain, remembering change, still remembering my name.
And I freestyle when my mom grab the cam’,
Which is my acclaim to fame, my brain’s okay,
Please give me room to decay,
Then I remember some shit which can make me fade away,
From this problem phase, the move remailens, but I doubted face
My momma’s smiling in my face,
Knowing my town I can carry me thousands islands without a taste,
Thousands of them smiling ‘cause Iove ‘em, but do y’all love us?

Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
It’s getting harder to
Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
You got to carry on, you got to carry on.

Wake up next to my blonde chick, like, being honest, I don’t wanna live
She’s like you got to be kidding me, you just got over this,
You got to suit up quick,
I’m like no, it isn’t the liquor, it isn’t the switcher, I honestly don’t fit in this picture.
Not what I thought it was, I thought it was love, nothing but a burnt buzz.
What the fuck does humanity thought us? Star struck when I look at people who love me
It’s all Charles, but there is the star. Chop, but you don’t care about the sea,
You only care about the tree and never care about me.
Starring at myself in the mirror so brightly,
Sarcasticly I spit, bounce it on the beat, action for me, hear that clackin, I speed.

Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
It’s getting harder to
Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
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Imma be real, I’m afraid of dead mouse, this head is full of mirrors,
When I look at him I can’t see myself anymore clearer,
And what you’re hearing right now, never understood this lifestyle
Thousands, millions, billions of people starring at him and they’re feeling so blifful.
‘cause they can see themselves and not can see the people for themselves
They all got the main name so strange, but I came in the game
To remove the animocity in unanimity of admitting the me,
You truly like me for me, without gossiping.
Are you watching me? Obviously, not big
So therefore I’ll go kill myself being sloppy
Stumble on to a better spice, my head isn’t right, but every night
I say I gotta

Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
It’s getting harder to
Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
It’s getting harder to
Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
It’s getting harder to
Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
You got to carry on, you got to carry on.

Carry on, not please to say so
I don’t need to quit
Carry on.
You got to carry on.
Somebody tell me what the fuck it is
Carry on.
What the fuck is it?
Carry on, carry on.
You got to carry on.