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