R.A.V - And That's Me

Momma sure ain't raised no punk
No, instead she raised someone insecure as fuck
And that's me
Yeah, that’s me (ha ha ha ha ha, yeah)

Look
I don’t believe in compliments directed at me
But I trust criticism, I dissect it badly
I overthink, don't talk about it, never happy
Shit, I don’t accept no help
And truth is, dawg, I never have been
I'm sure I've friends only 'cause they don’t know me well enough
Otherwise, they wouldn’t ever fuck with Beelzebub
I hate cameras, mirrors, most reflective surfaces
I'm an assortment of many nervous ticks, they set me up
Upset as fuck as soon as I open my eyes each morning
I let y’all slide each time and I despise me only
My face looks stupid, my stature stupid, my hair dumb
My friends? But a fluke
Qualities? We share none
I'm short
Short-tempered, short on rationale
My bark big, my bite not, I'm a tragic file
Even in my own shoes barely last a mile
Not convincing when I crack a smile
As a child

Momma sure ain't raised no punk
No, instead she raised someone insecure as fuck
And that's me
Yeah, that’s me (ha ha ha ha ha, yeah)

I don’t wanna be remembered as the motherfucker that
Let you suckers take advantage of me till my lungs collapsed
Took a lot of shit from everybody now I'm busting back
Think I'm playing?
You can suck my dick and balls right from the back

Yeah, that’s me