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Take Your Mask Off
Tyler, The Creator (타일러, 더 크리에이터)
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big guns big guns what you got huh, slat slat, pop back at the opps huh
gang this, oh you gang that? don't let em know that you regret how you became
that
a good kid fine home mom and dad in the pic
a little middle class money, every christmas legit
family trips, ivy bound till one day hit a switch
you ain't wanna be seen as a bitch cuz
and none of them face tats gon hide the fact that you're sad bruh
you ain't a thug you was in drama club you're an actor but now cuz
getting validation from the dumb and confused, now you're facing 5 to 10
cause you had something to prove, let's talk about it
i hope you find yourself
i hope you take your mask off
preacher man, preacher man, preach
you make these folks think you got something to teach
like you ain't lying, big bank from them collections
but what you buying? ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it
since a kid you knew something was up
they had you thinking god would hate you so you covered it up
gotta hide how you live and what you really enjoy
so got a wife, got a kid but you be fucking them boys
sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
scared of being seen, tired of rebuking a sin
trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun
but you back on that religion shit as soon as you cum
lets' talk about it, i hope you find yourself, i hope you take your mask off
big ass house that's on the hill, big ass wheels in the garage
three cute kids that's in your arms, your husband just made another million
you want your life back and a massage, tired of being at home
personality gone, body ain't been the same, postpartum is long
your identity gone, momma your first name, the last one got changed
they dream about your nest but you crave flying alone man
you would start all over if we're keeping it real
current life is full but you ain't feeling fulfilled
fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf
can't even get alone time to think of killing yourself
let's talk about it, it's feeling narrow
i hope you find yourself
i hope you take your mask off
tool wont stay hard, pain in ya chest
hair falling out won't blame it on the stress
claim it's new partners, blame it on ya ex
chest claim its reflex, try to blame it on the cook
look boy, keep running you'll be cramping in ya foot
nervous then you'll notice ain't no service on the hook
paranoid since 19, nervous system shook
better sit the fuck down, or that skull getting took
that's 10m dollas invested no justifying that
tryna sell them weird ass clothes nobody buying that
sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
that shit is a failure my nigga, gon head and pack it up
put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one
your beats ain't placing, them songs ain't slapping
your raps ain't ranking, your stage presence don't even be in their conversation go
home
you ain't gotta hide from the truth, tell your family why you're such a recluse
tell your spirit why you're feeling its a wrap in the booth
dog how dare you try to ruin her marriage? claim you never wore a mask or how
you don't get
embarrassed
boy you selfish as fuck thats really why you're scared of being a parent
boy that therapy needed i dare you to seek it but i'll lose a bet
your respect wont get givin till we're posting your death
it's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
you're eating fertilizer to balance shit
now go and stand in the sun and use them fake tears to water your roots
take that mask off and tell them the truth, let's talk about it nigga