I’m so full of myself
I put my cards up on the shelf
Waiting for that day
That I’ll finally be able to say
I’m off the n-a-r-cotics
But for now I need that kick
As always I’ll be getting sick
Later, I’ll dial you up on my phone
So I’m not laying here alone
But if you don’t pick up
Thinking I’m just down on my luck
But maybe, my fake-ass cover is blown
You hear me speaking in a different tone
Saying sh#t you would never condone
That same sh#t that would get me disowned
But I’ll continue to put on this laugh
That fake smile but it’s more like half
Say I’m artistic but there’s no photograph
It’s a different kind of art that you have had
I paint in different shades of burgundy
I say this with a sеnse of uncertainty
I promise it’s no kind of еmergency
But it’s getting harder and harder personally
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Sev John Lyrics – Speaking my mind