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lyca
V.I.C
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I'm seeking order for a brain that's full of chaos
And money for my thoughts to the extent they found in scales
And I ain't falling for the trap, it's just the pressure that I'm weighing
I could be doing 80, but it's safer in this lane
But still I had to see the offer though
She said she hates to be alone
I said it's cause we used to herds, just like the buffalo
I'm hoping they don't count me out
Cause all my life I tried to fit
But now it seems that fam the weird is what they write about
So label me the, label me the weirdo
Meant to be the nigga you don't see
I wasn't built to hero
Never really knew what money's like
At least we knew there's zero
Praying luck can touch the good fellas
Like we knew De niro
It's 50 naira
But counting up how many makes a fiver
I'm many hours from home
But can touch and use my lycra
I said I'm missing my dad
But my mother think I don't like her
I'm used to seeing the violence
And probably made me a fighter or stupid names to avoid it
And though I'm trying to face it
The memory's been destroyed
I just keep away from the void
It's called a fear of the unknown
I know I couldn't do this on my own
So I'm just glad they put the lycra on my phone
It's just the lyca on my phone
Fears in my head, tears in my eyes
Feel safe in my bed
And I'm holding this down
Nobody knows
Highs getting high
But the lows getting low
See the lycra on my phone
Fears in my head, tears in my eyes
Feel safe in my bed
And I'm holding this down
Nobody knows
Highs getting high
But the lows getting low
I heard this figure I look up to call himself a thinker
And if I'm honest I just can't allow my thoughts to linger
Cause if I let them in I can't control the things they lead to
And if I do then I'm just scared they'll show we're broken people
I never talk about my past but seek a deep connection
So if I'm giving her my number
Then I seek affection
I hate when talk is getting small
Like tell me something bigger
Like how you figure out this life without a father figure
Ears peeled into my phone
She's tryna flip it on myself
I said my past is full of garbage I'm just sorting out that shelf
It's like I need a strong connection
Before I talk to you
And if you tell me yours
Then maybe I can help you through
It's just the lies we tell ourselves
But secrets loosens through the night
She said she used to watch the way her parents used to fight
And she would try to keep them happy
While she's skipping out her own
Her house is just the walls
When peace is far away from home
She's tryna call him back
Message at the tone
She's leaving many picturing How it would look
All the hours spent on the telly
Just a modern family
Daddy's never at home
Mother's holding it down
And distractions live on her phone
Of course they caught her eye
Scrolling on the net
She found some guys and all she's looking for is peace
But everybody's got a price
She'd rather seek a fake connection
Over being on her own
She's chatting up these fakers
With the lyca on her phone
It's just the lyca on her phone
Fears in her head
Tears in her eyes
Feel safe in her bed
And she's holding this down
Nobody knows
Highs getting high
But the lows getting low
See the lyca on my phone
Fears in my head
Tears in my eyes
Feel safe in my bed and I'm holding this down
Nobody knows Highs getting high
But the lows getting low