Undesirable lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been meaning to say this
With non-remedial statements
Gotta breathe when I say this
Pardon me but I'm anxious
Part of me is so thankful
But parts of me should be angered
'Cause parts of me should be tamer
With parts of me in a stranger
Look, I appreciate how far I've come
And don't you think I don't appreciate all these albums?
My point of view is sort of pixelated, the vision's fading
I'm more in tune? I think that sh*t's degrading
Weak and dangerous, but I'm just saying
I should be happy that we made it alive
And pray to the skies
How generous, this fate that is mine
Now I got a couple names that they can label me by
They label me bi
An alias, ungrateful as I
f*ck it

[Verse 2]
I should have kept my flame in the pyre
I didn't mean to win this battle
It's like Dave and Goliath
But look at me
Don't you see me with this pain that I ire?
It's just—It's not important
Maybe it's time you should cut your losses
You tryna force it
Maybe it's I who upped and forfeit
You bind your corset
Compared to I who ducked the closet
It's all performance
Petty signs and slanty crosses
They call it gorgeous
But what of us who are closest?
[Verse 3]
Those whose love doesn't come
With the conditions of self
And those who've known you forever
Through long distance and hell
Is this supposed to be trauma
With batteries on the shelf?
If this supposed to be trauma
What does it mean for yourself?
Look at what you made
You ungrateful f*ck
It's too late for us
You ever think that everything you cultivate is dangerous?
Through everything exaggerated
Lacerated paper cuts
You probably think those palisades in matinee are great enough

[Verse 4]
You say this stuff
Part of me is thinking you just made it up
Those lacy pumps will never fix the shame that you relayed on us
Razor bumps will always be in place and you can't shave them off
It's rose tinted, you should take 'em off
You ever think about how lonely you are?
Now it's ironic, but I'll hit you with a sobering thought
I wonder if you ever think about the homies you lost
'Cause every bar is just a symptom of how phony you are
Mama's in the kitchen listening to you bawling along
'Cause her baby's written vicious things in all of her songs
Then you try to do the victim thing throwing us off
Don't use me as ammunition, n*gga
Grow the f*ck up
Grow the f*ck up