User$ - Bishop Nehru

Melancholy days got me held in a spotty faze

Delving in my body trying to be common anomalies

Praised honestly dazed and toppled and in amaze

But gotta be amazing, it need commas in my banking

Been slaving since 7th grade trying to get a page over wages I paid

And be majorly played with my name paved on the great LA shape

Hoping the name sticks like tape

Straight apex from an ape aerate chasing and then escape

To a great fantasia hotter than a blazer on a day in Jamaica

I spit sick flava equate into the equator so savor how I shape ya

Sometimes I feel that y’all wanna use me

Wish to abuse me and mentally confuse me

It’s usually the truth seen

So it seems routine

Nothing new that I’m seeing

Users human beings

I swear that I can’t get used to the users

Swear that I can’t get used to the users

I swear that I can’t get used to the users

Used to the users

Used to the users

I’ve been thinking too much so its hard for me to see

The direct path of light and what I’m suppose to be

There’s mad people watching, in the family I’m the option

Want the Grammys and the Oscars, and I’m swearing I can conquer

But lately I’ve been locked up and since I’m seeing green like Blanka

Everybody wants to chill and wants to pop up, but I just want to make music and

influence

I hate expectations they ruin every single thing that I think of doing

Could you please just leave me to be human

Fuck what you expect or think is correct

Don’t interject, just gimme a second while rejections exit