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