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Two Tiers
I’m sick of being an afterthought
Feeling fucking hopeless, wish I could pass out
Top tier? I’m not of that sort
But I’ll be the first to create that doubt
Treat me like a wall, you’re careless
I’ll show you how I couldn’t care less
Ignored and aired I can’t stand this
So come around let’s share this
For all the ones, we aren’t the lucky ones
For the sons, we’re sad but we try our best, we’re done
Trying to catch us but we’re on the run
Gonna run until air can’t catch our lungs, yeah
Two tiers, I’m the lower one
Gonna run till I’m a fucking runt
If you treat me like I’m a football imma fucking punt
Raid these ships till they’ve fucking sunk, yeah
Glasses up for the lucky ones
I’m still mad but I’m not gonna go crazy
Still hanging for the day I won
Waiting for that person who’s gonna come along, help and save me
But it’s never too late to try and be a better you
Wish I would’ve known that when I didn’t know the truth
But now I know that which is why I mastered the here I am, but now I poof, yeah
You didn’t see me then and you didn’t care
So why’s it now I’m gone that you really can’t bare
The thought that I’m moving on
The nights you stood there and sold me none
Embarassed me to breaking point and took me to the point that now I’m done
Two tiers, I’m the lower one
Gonna run till I’m a fucking runt
If you treat me like I’m a football imma fucking punt
Raid these ships till they’ve fucking sunk, yeah
But now you’re stuck, watching me, you’re star struck
I wish you good luck
You treated me like I was useless, I’ll treat you like you can only suck, damn
Two tiers, I’m the lower one
Gonna run till I’m a fucking runt
If you treat me like I’m a football imma fucking punt
Raid these ships till they’ve fucking sunk
But now you fucking sunk, yeah
Feeling fucking hopeless, wish I could pass out
Top tier? I’m not of that sort
But I’ll be the first to create that doubt
Treat me like a wall, you’re careless
I’ll show you how I couldn’t care less
Ignored and aired I can’t stand this
So come around let’s share this
For all the ones, we aren’t the lucky ones
For the sons, we’re sad but we try our best, we’re done
Trying to catch us but we’re on the run
Gonna run until air can’t catch our lungs, yeah
Two tiers, I’m the lower one
Gonna run till I’m a fucking runt
If you treat me like I’m a football imma fucking punt
Raid these ships till they’ve fucking sunk, yeah
Glasses up for the lucky ones
I’m still mad but I’m not gonna go crazy
Still hanging for the day I won
Waiting for that person who’s gonna come along, help and save me
But it’s never too late to try and be a better you
Wish I would’ve known that when I didn’t know the truth
But now I know that which is why I mastered the here I am, but now I poof, yeah
You didn’t see me then and you didn’t care
So why’s it now I’m gone that you really can’t bare
The thought that I’m moving on
The nights you stood there and sold me none
Embarassed me to breaking point and took me to the point that now I’m done
Two tiers, I’m the lower one
Gonna run till I’m a fucking runt
If you treat me like I’m a football imma fucking punt
Raid these ships till they’ve fucking sunk, yeah
But now you’re stuck, watching me, you’re star struck
I wish you good luck
You treated me like I was useless, I’ll treat you like you can only suck, damn
Two tiers, I’m the lower one
Gonna run till I’m a fucking runt
If you treat me like I’m a football imma fucking punt
Raid these ships till they’ve fucking sunk
But now you fucking sunk, yeah
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