Lyrics: Why don't they see me, why can't I be me When I wanna go? I don't know, know Verse 1: They call me TROY. Do you know why? Can you count 1,2,3, to the 4,5? Add 300 and 60 after that I'm the rookie of those days. That's aftermath. (The Rookie Of the Year. T.R.O.Y) I'd be the kid writing the lyrics after cla** and Made fun of in school "look at his ba*tard a**." I built a wall up around me and mastered that Dreamt of going to Paris to rap, I plastered that In my head like a thought never leaving Thought I'd be pursuing it until I stopped breathing Thought I would be doing it. No longer repulsive I could feel the pa**ion moving in me like my pulse did But I didn't make a sound, like the calls did. People making fun of me like "where yo balls kid?" Felt like a black hole, dreams falling in Till a friend of mine said "that's so appalling" and He told me "Hey TROY, what happened to blowing up? People been expecting you but you ain't even showing up? How come you ain't growing up? Thinking you'll be throwing up? Telling me you ain't gonna do it cause you don't know enough? When's that ever stopped you? Nate, this is not you Don't make the music, let the music adopt you Let it get inside you. Man, you know I got you Any other livid critic giving ya sh**? It's not true Chorus: Tell me what the people around me surrounding me even know (What do they know?) Why do all the people want to criticize when I wanna go (Why do they do that)?
Why can't they see me, why can't I be me (Why can't I be me)? When I wanna go. I don't know, know (I don't know) Verse 2: Damn. I reflected I was so appreciative that we were so connected Took a little break and got my thoughts all collected Then I lit a spark up at a cost like X did Repping for the Middle like Malcom, no care for the outcome Record label, I'll be doing it without one Life and a dream, I'm about one, haters are about done I'm for real though, shut ya mouth son. I swear Life is high then it's low. It's there and then it's gone, it says bye as it goes The road less traveled, I'mma die in the road When times are heavy like me(t)(d)al, keep my eye on the gold I'll never show what it all means I'll never show when I'm ripping at the seams and I'm tripping on the Reams of the papers of my lyrics in my room I'mma Carry On like the Wayward at high noon Treat it like the Son (sun). It's brightening my way Keeping my soul from turning cold, lightening the way It's so frightening to stay stuck sifting sh** Counting all my days left like arithmetic. Music is my everything and I'mma get with this Hoping you'll stick with this, coping to the written sh** I make I'm Nate. I'm TROY. I'm real I'm pouring out my story tryna' show you how I feel Outro: What do they know? Why do they do that? Why can't I be me? I don't know I guess I'll never know