Book Covers Songtext / Lyric

Don't judge a book by its cover if you don't even read

There's no shame in saying that you're not up to speed

No you're just scared

Yeah you're just scared



I got a real bad habit

I think I know everything 'fore it happens

Few times I was right, didn't help

And it only made a know-it-all know without askin'

To the point if I didn't know the answer

I would make it up like the meaning of a canvas

Another sudo-intellect with a guess and I'll go off on a rant

If you say I ain't correct

But that got real old real fast

I think I had a fear about bein' on the outside

Or the in while everybody out

I just wanna be the first yellin' out, "It's about time"

I don't have a clue what I'm doin' most times when I wake up in the mornin'

Being fake in the mix? Nah I'd just rather be a real not knowin'






I was out at an event one time

Tryna meet people and such

NY stuff where people think you're cool

Cause your crew seen skippin' a line

Once I gott inside I was chillin' out

Tryna feel the vibe, tryna feel it out

Feelin' out a place with a look up on my face

Like I wasn't really feelin' it much

And here she come

Lookin' like she run a blog about hair

Let me guess: you don't eat meat, do yoga every week

And you only hang out here

I'll digress, I was far from right

She was far from dim, we were so alike

There was no pretend, could've lost a gem

Next chapter, begin



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You know my color, yes

But underneath remains covered, you ain't discovered yet

Judge me on the surface and publish me as another threat

I'm far from it, got more in common than you would guess

Have a discussion, stop your assumptions you know me best

It's hard to read anybody but if you never try

How can you say you better without the measure to sympathize?

The internet, has exposed us but we all in disguise

Maybe camouflaged to protect us as we begin to brag

And this is why I'm freakishly in control of my enterprise

They'd rather spread a lie than sell the truth to get televised

May not have a clue, but that don't stop their detective eyes

I tell these guys: You don't know me, you don't know me at all

Does bein' cool with my homie make you cool with me? Nah

I got layers to my person and the first one is thin

And you've never met the person within, it's far deeper than skin