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[Chorus: Ben Abraham]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be just the way I am
Dear insecurity

[Verse 1: gnash]
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the things you make me think
You make me sick to my stomach
I wish that I wasn’t me
Somedays when I wake up, I see myself in the mirror
I feel like we shouldn’t be good and be clearer
My nose to my clothes from my chin to my skin
I’ll never be good, enough forever again
For you, so I’d change for you
Then I’ll die for you, then you made me blue
If I were you, I’d hate me too
But I already feel like you do
Because you tell me I’m not worship
And the bad luck’s on purpose
And if I’m sad, then I deserved it
But underneath the surface
I’m hurting, searching, and learning
My imperfections maybe perfect

[Chorus: Ben Abraham]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be just the way I am
Dear insecurity

[Verse 2: gnash]
I, feel like I’m dying on the inside
But I smile it off
I’m a mess, I’m depressed, I’m alone and it’s all my fault
Did I do something wrong? This feeling’s unfair
You’re making me anxious but why the fuck do I care?
I overthink everything till’ my thoughts are impaired
I hate everything about me, I think I need some air
Drink some water, take a breath
Take a moment to be thankful for the reasons that you’re blessed
It’s not about mistakes you made or failures that you had
It’s all about the memories and little things you have
You freckles, and flawsty
Your body ambruises
Your scar is til’ your beautiful, birth marks that truth hides
We’re on in the same to play the cards that you doubt
Nobody likes you more than you being yourself

[Chorus: Ben Abraham]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you gonna let me be just the way I am
Dear insecurity

[Bridge: gnash]
I am
Proud of the person of I am
Nobody’s gon’ tell me who I am
Or who I can’t be
I am
Taking my life into my hand
So tired of hiding who I am
I am me
So

[Chorus: gnash]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
It’s time to take your hands off me?
It’s the time to let you see
Just the way I am
I’m proud of who I am

[Verse]
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like “Yoo-hoo” with a new-new ridin’ passenger
Shout out Oak Cliff, I’m ’bout to fly to Dallas
Decade from now I might just buy the Mavericks
What up, Mark Cuban?
I am only part human, half-man, half-amazing
Plus I’m good at math like I’m Asian
Hate to use stereotypes, but that’s light compared to what a nigga get from Caucasians
No race-baitin’—treat the beat like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil’ rappers, I love you, but you ain’t shit ’til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up
A book, nigga, pick that shit up
Expand your vocab
I’m giving out toe tags for no cash
All summer long plus three seasons after
Please CC a rapper, tell him meet me
It’s absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers
The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers
I’m the answer on the low, I’m a cheat sheet for rappers
I came up ’round AC to DC adapters
Plug talk, what I’m really sayin’ is a shame but my niggas move ‘caine like HBCU Kappas
Whole town full of CC Sabathias
You think niggas gettin’ fat pitchin’ crack?
Not really
This is not the eighties, don’t be silly
Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy
Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction
How many black addicts that got caught up in the system
With no sob stories on your prime time television, I can smell a blatant contradiction
Man, listen
Don’t want to fuck up my vibe
Let’s end it on a positive note, come see me live
KOD, album of the year, undebatably
My cadence be the greatest we’ve seen since the late MC who’s name was The Notorious
Dreamville stacked like the Warriors
Winning back to back
Next up to bat is my nigga Bas
After that Jiddy-J.I.D
That’s that New York City kid plus ATL
Me, I’m from the ‘Ville but I know them towns well
Before I had a deal I was givin’ niggas hell
Now I’m givin’ niggas deals and they givin’ niggas hell

Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don’t think they can handle this

Love he
Love she
Love harmony
Love destiny

Woo
Better move, cause we’ve arrived
Lookin’ sexy, lookin’ fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thang
There you are, come on baby
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?

You gotta do much better
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it’s time for takeoff

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I’m about to break you off
H-town goin’ hard, read my hips
Slap my thighs, swing my hair
Squint my eyes
Lookin’ hot, smellin’ good
Groovin’ like I’m from the hood
Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss
Can you handle, handle this?

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Move your body up and down
Make your booty touch the ground
I can’t help but wonder why
My vibe’s too vibealacious for you babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I’m hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let’s cut a rug while we scat some jazz, yeah

Pa pa de do da-de
Pa pa de do da-de do
Pa de-de oh
Pa de-de oh
Pow pow pow pow

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
I don’t think you can handle this

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Love destiny

[Chorus]
Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet
And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe
And though I feed on things that fell
You can learn to levitate with just a little help
Learn to levitate with just a little help

[Verse 1]
Come down, come down
Cowards only come through when the hour’s late
And everyone’s asleep, mind you
Now show up, show up
I know I shouldn’t say this
But a curse from you is all that I would need right now, man
Come down, come down
Cowards only come through when the hour’s late
And everyone’s asleep, mind you
Now show up, show up
I know I shouldn’t say this
But a curse from you is all that I would need right now, man

[Verse 2]
Danger in the fabric of this thing I made
I probably shouldn’t show you, but it’s way too late
My heart is with you hiding, but my mind’s not made
Now they know it like we both knew for some time I’d say
They’re smirking at first blood, they’re circling above
But this is not enough
Yeah, this is not what you thought
No, no we are not just graffiti on a passing train
I got back what I once bought back
In that slot I won’t need to replace
This culture is a poacher of overexposure, not today
Don’t feed me to the vultures
I am a vulture who feeds on pain
Sleep in a well-lit room, don’t let the shadow through
And sever all I knew, yeah, sever all
I thought I could depend on my weekends
On the freezing ground that I’m sleeping on
Please, keep me from; please, keep me down from the ledges
Better test it, wooden wedges under doorways
Keep your wooden wedges under doors
Chorus, verse, chorus, verse
Now here comes the eight
Wait, habits here too
You’re the worst, your structure compensates
But compensation feels a lot like rising up to dominate by track two
At least they all know all they hear comes from a place

[Chorus]
Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet
And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe
And though I feed on things that fell
You can learn to levitate with just a little help
You can levitate with just a little help

[Outro]
Welcome to Trench

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not a rapper, I’m a writer
It’s a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta’ biters

[Chorus]
Fuck’s wrong with these niggas
Fuck’s to it
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
These niggas talker not walkers
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it (uh!)

[Verse]
Honestly can’t nobody come for me ‘cept Kendrick
And I hope you offended, like it’s untrue
Don’t make me debunk your kung-fu
Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through
They can’t hurt us
My shit in Target, I’m Nate Burkus, they ain’t perfect
Can she walk out with the javelin
Y’all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you’d be travelling
And I’d be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin’ truth
I’m adamant about the handle I got on this shit
I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson
Don’t make me Alex Cross, cross ‘tween, skip through that lane and change strategy (uh!)
Niggas lose medullas, fuckin’ with my shooters
Rappers lose medallions fuckin’ with Chicago
So many niggas hangin’, they know Mr. Cooper
Police they are shooters then like bloopers
They gon’ play that shit on T.V., ’til we Stevie to it
Say we can’t make them drink the water
I don’t know if we can lead ’em to it
I see the difference, I don’t see improvement
I see people that look like me that’s leeching to it
And apparently speaking on it is preaching to ’em
And apparently having opinions is tragic to mention, no matter intention
But only when you got blue checks and new checks and a few floors, more than a duplex
I’m too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made
Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for?
I got the fire nigga
Heard ‘Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly
Alex Hailey at the root of it all
My quest-for-love just wasn’t suited for ya’ll and my black thoughts won’t be muted or diluted
And livin’ water can’t be polluted at all
Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin’ me
That’s your 15 minutes, you losin’ ’em
They draw their conclusions
I just be just disproving ’em, my ink hold weight
This paper hold heat like aluminum foil
Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile
I’m growing like weeds, I’m growing my weed
My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya’ll weave at
Ya’ll throwing shade, I three-man weave that
It’s been a one-man fast break, ya’ll ain’t even seen the team yet

[Chorus]
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
These niggas talker not walkers
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it (uh!)