Smyth & Este - Save Your Breath Lyrics

McDonalds in the early AM, Este going super saiyan
With his use of Uber-Eats, stupid waste of payments
On his bed staring at the painting 'cross his wall
At twenty one finally crossed off having sex thanks to alcohol
It's a shame he has to harm himself to feel at all
Caffeinding till oblivion to hear his muses call
Just a sillier Bukowski, gets his feelings hurt by how he
Expects acclaim to shower thee, he only shallow deep
Treats his teeth with pure neglect, fears the piece inside of him demanding
Self-respect, alive because he felt the pen between his fingers
Known to sit in taverns just to think and linger
Orders pesto chicken for the millionth time to rest his femur
Albuquerque beaner; isolated from his culture
Fell in love with a spanish speaking jew who moved to somewhere colder
He said he'd write her back or so he told her
He said he'd learn the language or so he told her...

So abrasive to my soul that I can taste a bit of mold
Where my patience used to grow, now adjacent to my hope
No more bathing in that gold, can't erase the days of old
So I'm pacin' and can't cope with the fear that I ain't dope (and I'm)
Sick of the mental fence I have drop when I'm pissed off
Exhausted all my friends cause all I talk about is Hip Hop
So conflicted with privilege that I wonder if quittin
Is better than appropriating a culture so damn rich (and)
My sorrow is colder than my familias basement
Devil on my shoulder starin' in familiar faces
If I climb up my mind numb and my heart paces
So I find some lies ta hide from the stark naked
Internally wasted, off the same defeated fragrance
Consists of cum, blood, sweat, tears in a mason
Jarred by the tar of my sub par help taking
One star self rating, run towards self hating
Cause... I buried the former me in a pile of leaves
Fell from the tree of growth and opportunity - congruency
Don't exist, relationship with ego is hanging
By a needle, tryna thread what's left (and)
Perpetual isolation didn't make me more Melo
It made me Knicks my self for an introverted hell hole
Now I'm tryna push my art until the day of death
If you don't think it's hard please save your breath