I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show
I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine
My confession to the world is on a wall
In a bathroom stall
And conviction means so much to me
And the shit about you that comes out of me
Obscuring the truth for everyone
I have a pretty large arsenal of lies
I know it's no surprise its reflection is easy to see
Indiscretion is a foreign thing to me
It's a paid for disease and I paid with my humility
And the shit about you that comes out of me
Obscuring the truth for everyone
I have no shame
No game
No talent to display
Why can't I be the one
I'll make them notice me
and the shit about you that comes out of me
Obscuring the truth for everyone
I have no shame
No game
No talent to display
Why can't I be the one
I'll make them notice me
