NF – Why lyrics

[Verse 2]
They don’t invite me to the parties but I still arrive
Kick down the door and then I go inside
Give off that “I do not belong here” vibe
Then take the keys right off the counter, let’s go for a ride
Why do y’all look mortified? Well then you’re behind (woo!)
Story time; wish that I could think like Big Sean does, but I just can’t decide (aah!)
If I should stick my knife inside of Pennywise
[Chorus]
I, I don’t care what anybody else thinks—lies (haha!)
I do not need nobody to help me—lies
I kinda feel guilty ’cause I’m wealthy; why? [Verse 3]
Nothin’ to me’s ever good enough
I could be workin’ for twenty-four hours a day and think I never did enough
My life is a movie but there ain’t no tellin’ what you’re gonna see in my cinema (no!)
I wanna be great but I get it in the way of myself and I think about everything that I could never be
Why do I do it though? Don’t think I deserve it? [Chorus]
I push away the people that I love the most; why? Not a choice, you know I had to make it
When they talk about the greatest, they gon’ probably never put us in the conversation
Like somethin’ then I gotta take it
Write somethin’ then I might erase it
I love it, then I really hate it
What’s the problem, Nathan? (woo!)
I don’t want no one to know I’m vulnerable; why? (woo!)
That makes me feel weak and so uncomfortable; why? (ayy!)
I don’t trust the thoughts that come inside my head (woo!)
I don’t trust this thing that beats inside my chest
Who I am and who I wanna be can not connect; why? I know I like to preach to always be yourself (yeah)
But my emotions make me feel like I am someone else
Me and pride had made a pact that we don’t need no help
Which feels like I’m at war inside myself but I forgot the shells
I hold my issues up for all to see, like show and tell
A lot of people know me, but, not a lot know me well
Hold my issues up for all to see, like show and tell
A lot of people know me, but, they don’t know me well
[Outro]
Too many faces, too many faces, too many faces [Intro]
Too many faces, too many faces, too many faces
[Verse 1]
Yeah, what’s your definition of success? I don’t understand, it’s got me questionin’ like, “Why? You get no respect (woo!)
I just made a couple mil’, still not impressed
Let You Down goes triple platinum, yeah, okay, okay, I guess (ayy!)
Smile for a moment then these questions startin’ to fill my head, not again! (ayy!)
I keep to myself, they think I’m sorta shy, organized
Let You Down’s the only song you’ve heard of? (ayy!)
Stop askin’ me questions, I just wanna feel alive
Until I die—this isn’t Nate’s flow (woo!)
Just let me rhyme; I’m in disguise
I’m a busy person, got no time for lies; one of a kind
They don’t see it; I pull out they eyes; I’m on the rise! Just tell me why”—not back to this flow
Inside I feel divided
Back when I ain’t had a dime, but had the drive
Back before I ever signed, I questioned life, like, “Who am I, man?” Woo! Ayy, yeah
Why you always lookin’ aggravated? I’ve been doin’ this for most my life with no advice (woo!)
Take my chances, I just roll the dice, do what I like
As a kid, I was afraid of heights, put that aside
Now I’m here and they look so surprised, well so am I, woo! I don’t know!

Bruce Springsteen – American Land Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What is this land America so many travel there
I’m going now while I’m still young my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely I’ll send for you when I can
And we’ll make our home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American Land
[Chorus]
There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the’s gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There’s treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
[Verse 2]
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands
And we made our home in the American Land
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The McNicholas, the Polanski’s, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago they’re still dying now
The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
[Chorus]