what they see
(Verse 1) They watching from the sidelines, talkin’ 'bout my pace See me stumbling, say I’m falling on my face They point a finger, label every move a wreck I’m just out here trying, gotta keep my life in check. They say I’m losing ground, yeah, they call it a mess I call it growth, man, I’m passing every test They see the friction, yeah, they see the damn strain But they don’t see the blueprint, they don’t see the fucking brain. (Chorus) They see me spiraling, they see me fucking up I see a master plan inside this broken cup They look at shadows, yeah, they see the damn decay I see the vision, keep the bullshit out my way Yeah, they see the crash, I see the climb instead They’re fucking blind to the hustle in my head. (Verse 2) They whisper 'bout my failures, say I’m losing all my grip But they don’t know the water, how I’m sailing through this ship I’m taking heavy losses, yeah, the path is fucking steep But I’m planting all the seeds while the critics go to sleep. They want a perfect story, yeah, they want it fucking clean But life is gritty, baby, it’s a fucking fever dream So let ‘em talk, let ‘em judge, let ‘em have their little say I’m busy building something real while they rot away. (Outro) They see a mess. I see the progression. They see the end. I see the fucking lesson. Yeah. Keep watching.
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(Verse 1) They watching from the sidelines, talkin’ 'bout my pace See me stumbling, say I’m falling on my face They point a finger, label every move a wreck I’m just out here trying, gotta keep my life in check. They say I’m losing ground, yeah, they call it a mess I call it growth, man, I’m passing every test They see the friction, yeah, they see the damn strain But they don’t see the blueprint, they don’t see the fucking brain. (Chorus) They see me spiraling, they see me fucking up I see a master plan inside this broken cup They look at shadows, yeah, they see the damn decay I see the vision, keep the bullshit out my way Yeah, they see the crash, I see the climb instead They’re fucking blind to the hustle in my head. (Verse 2) They whisper 'bout my failures, say I’m losing all my grip But they don’t know the water, how I’m sailing through this ship I’m taking heavy losses, yeah, the path is fucking steep But I’m planting all the seeds while the critics go to sleep. They want a perfect story, yeah, they want it fucking clean But life is gritty, baby, it’s a fucking fever dream So let ‘em talk, let ‘em judge, let ‘em have their little say I’m busy building something real while they rot away. (Outro) They see a mess. I see the progression. They see the end. I see the fucking lesson. Yeah. Keep watching.