Gil - Heartbroken Poet Lyrics

I've been feeling anxious
I've been really taking my time
Got me on that lame shit
Calling you my - valentine
So for you
It's for you, it's for you, it's for you
Roses are for you
It's for you, it's for you, it's for you
Uh, yeah
This ain't fun and games
This shit comes with sacrifices
Recently I've learned that this pain can come in sizes
I ain't new to heartbreak
I find no surprises
Here we go again
Got my paper and pen
And a bottle of gin
Where do I begin?
Got this sea of feelings and I'm about to take a swim
Rainstorm in my head
Scary waves, hope it isn't grim
I've spent years alone, no one home
Through the havoc
Need someone to share with everything
Feel the magic
Problem is I always search for something cinematic
Know this ain't a movie
But there's nothing wrong with trying
I already know who I want to be
People try to change me, people try to lace me
Got me thinking twice
And I worry who's a fan of me
Is the music meant to be?
What the hell's my destiny?
I got to say "fuck it"
Before I kick the bucket
Life is too short, hole in one, I ain't putting
I got to be different
Means I got to stand for something
Got to cut off people pleasers
They be on my dick sucking
Aiming for perfection, bitch I cannot be subpar
Ocean full of fish, so I got to be a shark
They moaning on a beat and they call that shit art
So I'm writing on a paper, hope the ink will leave a mark
In this world we find heart warmth in likes and comments
We prefer to live inside a screen instead of in the moment
Fuck, this our sad truth, it's our main component
We celebrate ourselves too much
I guess we're our main opponent
I'm a preacher, not a teacher
But you reaching then I'm teaching
Eggs, one basket like it's Easter
Bitch I got the keys, Alicia
Got an ace up on my sleeve
I can call myself a dealer
And I'm slaying all you bitches
So you better just call PETA, hoe
In a different stratosphere
Who the fuck is checking here?
This ain't Nike, out of here
Need the strings, no puppeteer
I just want to find the truth like my name is Paul Pierce
And I will to risk it all 'cause "what if" is my biggest fear
No limit, KG, big ticket
Homie it's all about the work
Yeah, I'm done with cherrypicking
Being stoned ain't on my mind 'cause right now I got the vision
Give a fuck about opinions 'cause they never even listen
Never listen uh
Taking my time
Make you my valentine

I've been feeling anxious
I've been really taking my time
Got me on that lame shit
Calling you my - valentine
So for you
It's for you, it's for you, it's for you
Roses are for you
It's for you, it's for you, it's for you
Uh, yeah
This ain't fun and games
This shit comes with sacrifices
Recently I've learned that this pain can come in sizes
I ain't new to heartbreak
I find no surprises
Here we go again
Got my paper and pen
And a bottle of gin
Where do I begin?
Got this sea of feelings and I'm about to take a swim
Rainstorm in my head
Scary waves, hope it isn't grim
I've spent years alone, no one home
Through the havoc
Need someone to share with everything
Feel the magic
Problem is I always search for something cinematic
Know this ain't a movie
But there's nothing wrong with trying
I already know who I want to be
People try to change me, people try to lace me
Got me thinking twice
And I worry who's a fan of me
Is the music meant to be?
What the hell's my destiny?
I got to say "fuck it"
Before I kick the bucket
Life is too short, hole in one, I ain't putting
I got to be different
Means I got to stand for something
Got to cut off people pleasers
They be on my dick sucking
Aiming for perfection, bitch I cannot be subpar
Ocean full of fish, so I got to be a shark
They moaning on a beat and they call that shit art
So I'm writing on a paper, hope the ink will leave a mark
In this world we find heart warmth in likes and comments
We prefer to live inside a screen instead of in the moment
Fuck, this our sad truth, it's our main component
We celebrate ourselves too much
I guess we're our main opponent
I'm a preacher, not a teacher
But you reaching then I'm teaching
Eggs, one basket like it's Easter
Bitch I got the keys, Alicia
Got an ace up on my sleeve
I can call myself a dealer
And I'm slaying all you bitches
So you better just call PETA, hoe
In a different stratosphere
Who the fuck is checking here?
This ain't Nike, out of here
Need the strings, no puppeteer
I just want to find the truth like my name is Paul Pierce
And I will to risk it all 'cause "what if" is my biggest fear
No limit, KG, big ticket
Homie it's all about the work
Yeah, I'm done with cherrypicking
Being stoned ain't on my mind 'cause right now I got the vision
Give a fuck about opinions 'cause they never even listen
Never listen uh
Taking my time
Make you my valentine