Ben Ingham - True story II lyrics

[verse 1] Write a book on the track, it's a ballad Not about that riff raff but i want versace salads Yeah i do my best but there's inherently logical fallacies Convince myself im fly even though im held back by gravity Held back by parents its apparent i don't go outside Don't go outside the lines im penned in like a pig sty Don't go beyond the fence i hop over like mexican They ask which one is which They don't know when juan is next to ben Textin friends my verses but they rarely understand me It's okay don't do this for a grammy i do it so we be family Really? yeah! really really? yeah! believe me it's relieving Writing music simply to write music not deceiving Cause i used to ask myself should i write a hype track Or should i write what's real, i went with that Cause fake is my achilles heel [hook] And this is a true story Sayin this is real yeah this is a true story And this is a true story You could say it's weak but it's me i hope you're listening [verse 2] Sat in a booster until like the fifth grade Cause i got the short stick, maybe that's why i make mistakes They turned me into a perfectionist, im like a movie critic Im just glad i didn't grow up learning how to do acrylic Family's weird, love my uncle, but i barely get to see him Yeah my momma's kind of scared That one day i'll grow up to be him Imma repressed individual i've never had s** Best decision you can laugh, but my wife will be impressed Thoughts scattered like it's pollen They just need some germination to grow To grow i think i need some vice extermination They say, “kid, i love you but you really need to fix yourself” You have no idea what i would do just for a wishing well Past pains bleed to present someone call a surgeon It's a heart problem, need an urgent word To heal this fervent hurtin Issues with relationships, next to zero experience Im tryna make up for it by improving as a lyricist Used to ride the bus to school, sleepin on a yellow Like these rap critics never coppin up on a fellow And my dad is always coughin up, one day i'll repay him All these haters always talkin bu*t but one day they'll be payin For a show that i would throw at college Rap career is somewhat solid School career is somewhat awesome Out for green im tryna blossom Had to fight to take a girl to the prom Yo i just wanna nice lawn that we could both do yoga on They try convince me do a shot Down to get wasted bro, im not Bout the cooking but no pot, bout that thinking but no thots Know i enter world naive but still on top like a weave I got my heart on my sleeve and stock in what i believe Im like a car so exhausted from my job like im steve Just need to breathe, drop something so that i feel relieved And im a silver spoon spawn, but im raised, like i was not Like im bougie, no jacuzzi don't wanna whine so im gone *just for a second though...gotta get my mind right* Still on the beat tho, still tryna connect To all my fans by usin ethos Crazy how this song is more than two minutes of flow Man it's crazy it's been less than a year And look how i've grown Kinda funny how you learn all this about me On the last few tracks I tell you now, so you know Im out for more than just a fat stack Continuation of my progress, still ain't done yet Only slow down for the beauty like a sunset Met a girl in my freshman we started textin Keeps me calm when i be stressin an unprecedented blessin Plus she knows how to hit, she doin some calculus Watch nicky sparks in the evening she helps me to focus Im tryin to pro spit, she's supportive beyond measure But she's worried i'll go crazy at parties when under pressure And she's worried i'll forget us but never yeah she's the special Like a lego- *i did just compared you to a lego...* Every night i text her Yeah i been thinkin weird but got some big plans She said im really happy for you just place it in God's hands I mean she right though, mess up a lot like a typo And im doomed to die like a dino, but im on fire like a pyro And i never took a sick day, never had a senior skip day Im barely ever allowed to make a little mistake Got big stakes invested into pleasing my mom Got many years of restrictions makes me wanna abscond And so im gone, psych nah cause im tryna spit the realest Hopin labels, stars, and maybe my father could even feel this So just pa** me the aux cord, i won't stress about forever now Spreadin positivity i hope i don't forever frown End of a chapter, can you believe that im collegiate Settin high standards for my future hopin that i reach it And we peachy, this is just the beginning Yeah that's a sign, cause the memories im tryna build Will see three thousand five, yeah So i'll just keep going to im barely alive Im going hunned ten percent in the game like addin a tithe And you don't have to lie, but tell me This tape is amazing right? Im just playin fam but now I do it like malaysian flight and im gone