[Verse 1]
The saddest guy isn't satisfied
'Specially when sustaining the saltiness of the fattest fry
But he hasn't started searching where the atlas lie
So he decide to reside where the maggots fly
He fell low like elbows of a labrador
And his heart was a house that never had a door
People came and left as they pleased
And turned their backs on him and didn't perceive his pleas
So he began building a wall up
A hundred percent charge but no one to call up
Community center busy but no one to ball up
And several great girls, but can't get caught up
He gathered his goals and told himself he could do it
An individualist, but is easily influenced
Presence presentable but he need to prove it
'Cause nobody show support and it's leaving his dreams in ruins
[Hook]
All the feud lead to solitude
Only wanting something when they wanting all of you
All the feud lead to solitude
They'll fold on you easily when you thought they were solid dudes
All the feud lead to solitude
It's like you're the only one avenging the avenue
All the feud lead to solitude
Hungary as Rubik but I can't solve the cube
[Verse 2]
Promotion causing commotion among the locals
They're the talk of the town but no one touching his vocals
Circle staying in shape and others settle in ovals
Claiming they're making moves, but really remain immobile
Underestimation making him lose it
Possessing powered essential potential but can't use it
I mean he can, but it ain't exposed enough
'Cause everybody continue to hold a bluff
Believing that they're better than the very next man
Elementary teachers can't instruct like the net can
They be lying, like when women sweat tan
World watered down 'cause every country a wetland
So he set strands aside, they provide
For his needs and wants with no haunt from archives
And our lives are often overlooked
But he gon' be transatlantic because he build bridges over brooks
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
There's no answer for the free lancer
Feeling weak like when the body breed cancer
Subject to slander, but he surpa** every standard
So they come for his neck like a lanyard
Dodging every dart, but wear red in the bull's eye
He pull prize and rise above where the fools lie
Headed to the top like a skyscraper
'Cause he don't stick to the script, no flypaper
Who is new to the hue, shining and blinding the nubes
Grinding by finding the move, minding the binding of blues
Silent but violent, who knew, wilding and vibing with you
Hiding profiling of few, sliding by siding with crews
Residue remaining tracing back to the chaining
Chasing graces, instead of awaiting to rid the blatant vacant
Emotion controlling, provoking horrible omen
That's sewing a small stitch to switch to a better moment
[Hook]