Lyrics
All you try to do is settle into the group
And now we recognize it
All you're trying to be is get you just a shadow
The things that have passed
And then you wear suit different types of looks
Throwing crazy shapes and haven't gone up, they just don't care
It's just not fair
Prisoner, famous parents, assisted recognition
Legacy of glass impostors, baritone chances
Gangsters, fantasies, human gender, fragile men
Sharp heads in basements enjoying tragedy
Economy, poets, Rasputin, the dribblers, the vanity soldiers
The casual gender, flexible encounters, promises of modern love
Free the people's land, et cetera
There's a couple of people that prefer you in thought
But tired as it sounds, you once they say, I'm not a gangster
Out of truth and absurd
But no one will get over that you're someone's son
Even though you want to be like Frank Ocean
But you don't sound like him, you sound just like Ian
All you try to do is settle into the group
And now we recognize it
All you're trying to be is get you just a shadow
The things that have passed
And then you wear suit different types of looks
Throwing crazy shapes and haven't gone up, they just don't care
It's just not fair