[Verse 1: RUSTAGE]
Words that they say are so hollow
(hollow)
They do all this for the follow
(follow)
But they don’t Wright it the same so I’m staining them red like Apollo
(pollo)
Spunky my dogs are like Rocko
They ask me to rap about some random shit and demand that I should get it done by tomorrow
(How many times do I have to..)
Don’t care for your birthday
That don’t mean shit in the first place
They drop their bits and they all insist
That I pull more shifts and I work late
They want raps express
At my best
Days on end till the captain's dead
I’d lose my head like I’m Antoinette
Cause I’ve seen more dicks than on Chatroulette
R-R-Root of the problem I’m looking like Danzo
Anbu I do so much from the shadows
Lines on my head like I’m hit with the barcode
Harsh truths they don’t know shit like a tarot
I do not know you
You do not own me
I will not rap on command, karaoke
I be so sick of the people that think this is easy
Bitch why don’t you shut up and show me
[Chorus: Postcard, RUSTAGE]
I gotta do a lot, I know
And who are you to stop my glow?
When the music stop, I'm low
I gotta prove a lot so let's go
When my eyes are filled with shadows, I been laid down in some weeks (Anbu)
On my mind is in the gallows, and I'm trying not to speak (Anbu)
Only vision isn't something you can see behind the scenes
I'm just hoping I got life, long enough to live a dream (Anbu)

[Verse 2: RUSTAGE]
People act like music is done in a couple minutes
They don’t know what's in it, think I just rap a bit then its finished
Drives me fucking livid
I put my work in I’m at my limit
They think they can mimic
But they don’t do it the way I did it
Ain’t so simple is it?
Too easy
Red off the top when I dunk, Hanamichi
They on my drops every week so they see me
Retweet, like and subscribe on a repeat
Read these stupid replies acting needy
Breathe deep they wonder why I be sleepy
Greedy, acting online like I’m lying when
Time after time after time saying please me
Ah
I will not look at your lyrics
I will not act like your personal critic
I will not be in your rap when you’ve only uploaded one song and that shit isn’t finished
My time is short bitch I don’t want to give it
I do not care bout the life that your living
Call me a dick I don’t care bout my image
So stop asking me that ain’t none of my business
[Chorus: Postcard, RUSTAGE]
I gotta do a lot, I know
And who are to stop my glow?
When the music stop, I'm low
I gotta prove a lot so let's go
When my eyes are filled with shadows, I been laid down in some weeks (Anbu)
On my mind is in the gallows, and I'm trying not to speak (Anbu)
Only vision isn't something you can see behind the scenes
I'm just hoping I got life, long enough to live a dream

Yeah my eyes are filled with shadows, I been laid down in some weeks (Anbu)
On my mind is in the gallows, and I'm trying not to speak (Anbu)
Only vision isn't something you can see behind the scenes
I'm just hoping I got life, long enough to live a dream (Anbu)