Under Development prod. MIRA by Ezio Miller Lyrics
Excuse I’m not the mumbler you expected
A cliche record
No silver cutlery handed down
To my artistry method
I'm homemade, disrespected, neglected, imperfectly perfect
I'm using every second, I’m left with
The likes like Viagra has our ego erected
While our pride hasn't swallowed a strong enough contraceptive
To keep us, calm and collected, avoiding levels of reckless
Our self-esteem getting bigger but it blurs our perspective
My big diction used just to show I’m talented
I can't seem to fake my humbleness, you mistake it for arrogance
I'm moving forward
Yet I’m stagnant like a mannequin
I'm hidden within a twitter feed; I’m high up on this cannabis
I'm scared of waking up with no sense of accomplishment
My days are monotonistic and nothing is different
I'm lacking the motivation to feel the empowerment
But i am the difference, I am underdevelopment
I'm fighting the evil that's creeping
Finding myself who is hidden
All great journey starts with humble beginnings
Filled with loses and winnings
All the mistakes and the sinning
Only god can judge me, for the chapters I’ve written
A cliche record
No silver cutlery handed down
To my artistry method
I'm homemade, disrespected, neglected, imperfectly perfect
I'm using every second, I’m left with
The likes like Viagra has our ego erected
While our pride hasn't swallowed a strong enough contraceptive
To keep us, calm and collected, avoiding levels of reckless
Our self-esteem getting bigger but it blurs our perspective
My big diction used just to show I’m talented
I can't seem to fake my humbleness, you mistake it for arrogance
I'm moving forward
Yet I’m stagnant like a mannequin
I'm hidden within a twitter feed; I’m high up on this cannabis
I'm scared of waking up with no sense of accomplishment
My days are monotonistic and nothing is different
I'm lacking the motivation to feel the empowerment
But i am the difference, I am underdevelopment
I'm fighting the evil that's creeping
Finding myself who is hidden
All great journey starts with humble beginnings
Filled with loses and winnings
All the mistakes and the sinning
Only god can judge me, for the chapters I’ve written