Take Your Mask Off (feat. Daniel Caesar & LaToiya Williams)

big guns big guns what you got huh, slat slat, pop back at the opps huh gang this, oh you gang that? don't let em know that you regret how you became that a good kid fine home mom and dad in the pic a little middle class money, every christmas legit family trips, ivy bound till one day hit a switch you ain't wanna be seen as a bitch cuz and none of them face tats gon hide the fact that you're sad bruh you ain't a thug you was in drama club you're an actor but now cuz getting validation from the dumb and confused, now you're facing 5 to 10 cause you had something to prove, let's talk about it i hope you find yourself i hope you take your mask off preacher man, preacher man, preach you make these folks think you got something to teach like you ain't lying, big bank from them collections but what you buying? ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it since a kid you knew something was up they had you thinking god would hate you so you covered it up gotta hide how you live and what you really enjoy so got a wife, got a kid but you be fucking them boys sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within scared of being seen, tired of rebuking a sin trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun but you back on that religion shit as soon as you cum lets' talk about it, i hope you find yourself, i hope you take your mask off big ass house that's on the hill, big ass wheels in the garage three cute kids that's in your arms, your husband just made another million you want your life back and a massage, tired of being at home personality gone, body ain't been the same, postpartum is long your identity gone, momma your first name, the last one got changed they dream about your nest but you crave flying alone man you would start all over if we're keeping it real current life is full but you ain't feeling fulfilled fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf can't even get alone time to think of killing yourself let's talk about it, it's feeling narrow i hope you find yourself i hope you take your mask off tool wont stay hard, pain in ya chest hair falling out won't blame it on the stress claim it's new partners, blame it on ya ex chest claim its reflex, try to blame it on the cook look boy, keep running you'll be cramping in ya foot nervous then you'll notice ain't no service on the hook paranoid since 19, nervous system shook better sit the fuck down, or that skull getting took that's 10m dollas invested no justifying that tryna sell them weird ass clothes nobody buying that sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough that shit is a failure my nigga, gon head and pack it up put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one your beats ain't placing, them songs ain't slapping your raps ain't ranking, your stage presence don't even be in their conversation go home you ain't gotta hide from the truth, tell your family why you're such a recluse tell your spirit why you're feeling its a wrap in the booth dog how dare you try to ruin her marriage? claim you never wore a mask or how you don't get embarrassed boy you selfish as fuck thats really why you're scared of being a parent boy that therapy needed i dare you to seek it but i'll lose a bet your respect wont get givin till we're posting your death it's clear you wish you got your flowers sent you're eating fertilizer to balance shit now go and stand in the sun and use them fake tears to water your roots take that mask off and tell them the truth, let's talk about it nigga