Mediocre

[Chorus]
I'm not famous
Broke and shameless
Walking stages
No complaints but
I'm not famous
Broke and shameless
Walking stages
No complaints but

[Verse 1: renzo]
I feel sick to my stomach
Might blow chunks but I love it
Don't give two fucks for nothin'
Might ruin my life for somethin'
Shit I'm bored of all the inconsistencies
Are you feeling me?
Fame and glory isn't all I need, but I am willing, see?
Make me a martyr, thanks for rusting my comfort
Tell your bitch she could hop in, give "pussy murder" new meaning
All red on my white tee (On my white tee)
[?] on my [?] (On my [?])
[?] America, that's what's an ideology
(Huh)

[Chorus]
I'm not famous
Broke and shameless
Walking stages
No complaints but
I'm not famous
Broke and shameless
Walking stages
No complaints but

[Verse 2: renzo]
I've fallen off the edge of expectations
Fuck all the oppositions
Fuck a reputation
I've fallen off the edge of expectations
(Spit and choking for the masses, dreams of stardom, expectations)
Fuck all the oppositions
(Having no clue what to make of)
Fuck a reputation
(No one's going to pretense, tense, tense, tense, tense, tense, tense)

[Verse 3]
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Man I don't even make music
Take a break, skip the [?]
While my sippy blowing up
Like the world, [?] yeah
Packing up these sisters separated from the pressure
Hustle, crush the competition, there's nothing to it baby please
And I even been the best that I could be
I ain't even spent 130 minutes on this beat
And I said the same things I said about carne
That it's really nothin' special but neither is y'alls shit, uh
I take it one door at a time
Because I never learned to make it past 16, 17, 18, 9
I'm not good enough to whine
Every bow with every line
That's why I copy-pasted lyrics from another song of mine
I'm not old enough to rhyme
My empress is fucking riches
Missed the Mrs, now the Queen and King, they talk their shit and hide
I'm not one to try to find
I'm impulsive, not impatient
And compulsive not complacent
Just hold me back from being my-

[Verse 4]
Dread too much for the skeptics
Seem everything we touch be sick [?]
Maybe try to smoke it, maybe a little perspective
Maybe I'll lace it, do half the work for the detectives
No my grip ain't tenacious
My grip staying oasis
All my life, in my minds pumps is the basis
But no one can stop me, no one can copy what makes me
Got 20 years and 80's
I be duckin' all the hazy
Oh what I'm gon' be
(I wonder, wonder)
But went to the path that I see
Got so many [?]
Melodramatic I need
[?] me
Systematically lead myself to conquer these things
Can't you see me (Oh mother, mother)
Can't you understand my struggle
When half the time the self-inflicted violence pops my bubble
Sick, in rubble, tryna piece me back together
I plea for me, watch her break, cause I can't, and that's it