VERSE ONE I'm not a perfectionist, I'm insecure And I won't fold that up in a metaphor of juicy manure My lil ego got to peepholes in its box It send cheat codes to my trauma like it's key coding my flop Breaching evil like a lil Ka-Ka-Knievel, and I'm not Brave enough to believe my pen can be lethal in the dark So I'm holding onto pressure like my...Learn More