I think I see the patterns.

Rejection doesn’t matter

I’m used to brick walls holding, my lust burning, but cage my prattle.

The contradictions I face.

This deep obsession and hate.

You’re all the same at this rate, I must embrace, I don’t matter.

Different paths, I get that.

Why you never call back?

All because the kid black?

Remember when you said that?

First you touch my body.

Then you wanna push back.

Even when platonic! Platonic!

I’m beginning to see. That I’m not accepted

It’s giving fame. But I’m not accepted.

And you can call it childhood trauma if you want.

But goodnight goodnight goodnight and good riddance…

Go!!!

Step back is all I know

I can’t save all you. Because I am grown.

With a family, you can’t stand me.

Watch the stampede, love the journey.

Different paths, I get that.

Why you never call back?

All because the kid black?

Remember when you said that?

First you touch my body.

Then you wanna push back.

Even when platonic! Platonic!

I’m beginning to see. That I’m not accepted

It’s giving fame. But I’m not accepted.

And you can call it childhood trauma if you want to.

But goodnight goodnight goodnight AND good riddance…

I’m starting to see that I’m not accepted (I’m not accepted here).

It’s giving fame, but I’m not accepted (I’m not accepted here).

And you can call it childhood trauma if you want to.

But goodnight goodnight goodnight

goodnight goodnight goodnight…

goodnight goodnight goodnight…

And good riddance…

Yeah

And good riddance. (If you want to)

And good riddance. (You can call it childhood trauma if you want to, Los Bwano)