I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show

I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine

my confession to the world is on a wall

in a bathroom stall 

and conviction means so much to me

and the shit about you that comes out of me

obscuring the truth for everyone



I have a pretty large arsenal of lies

I know it's no surprise its reflection is easy to see

indiscretion is a foreign thing to me

it's a paid for disease and I paid with my humility

and the shit about you that comes out of me

obscuring the truth for everyone



I have no shame

no game

no talent to display

why can't I be the one

I'll make them notice me 



and the shit about you that comes out of me

obscuring the truth for everyone



I have no shame 

no game 

no talent to display

why can't I be the one 

I'll make them notice me