THE ART OF THE HEART

More than ever
I've been finding it hard to stay a-
Bove the beaches with the girls in the blue and black sweater
It's just my way of life that's how I flip on my antenna
Yet money has been an issue but It ain't my bluey era
I look down at the beaches. I just see some orange crabs
In the back people running building castles with makeshift flags
And whilst they not bad I feel like I'm on some other quest
You see there was this girl that I was pretty much obsessed
Met her in my hometown, late night hours drinks were blessed
They kicked us out the cops came in and we snuck out and left
I found a group there was some people that's how we first met
We went to Maccies on the way we talked the entire way
I came back home went straight into bed
But I didn't sleep cuz sleep is the cousin of death
We FaceTiming every single night for a week straight
And you go ask me you say how come you ain't fuck yet?
So I go tell you a couple reasons like no girl want me back
And now she asking cuz she don't believe me 100%
She calling me too smooth and how she think I'm lyin
Labelled as a fuckboy virgin god left me crying god damn

God left me alone I swear I'm the only one standing
I'm on private jet of thoughts and I ain't landing
I feel like everybody wants a piece but no one puts their spoon in
And so when I'm outside shining light on others they go translucent
And I'm stuck in the dark whilst others are here having fun whilst consuming
Emotions which I've never felt I feel they are so stupid
Cuz they are foreign to the guy that's foreign to all the students
And so everything I've ever know is starting to become even more confusing hold up

Let me slow down a little bit
This is a tad bit personal
But everything I've ever said on a record is true as my anger episodes
Cinematographers lining up on the wall ready to shoot me like polaroids
And finally I'll get a break from it all when my dad tells me that I'm the best of all
I am the one that your parents love
The cats and the dogs they all adore
And yet when it comes to the females I'm stuck in the middle of heavens door
And inside I deeply hurt in my core
It feels like I'm levels below
But everyone thinks that I'm so good and great when really I'm nothing at all
And whilst that may not be true I still feel humbleness is gold
And I'll always try to fake it till I make it never knock on satan's door
And I put that on my mama and sister and trust I don't put nothing on those
Cuz people like to label me shit I ain't and I'm done with being yours

K.E take us out man