No Selling (uncle Butch Pretending It Dont Hurt) Lyrics - Open Mike Eagle

I got a keep a facade 

I got a play it cool 

Like when you with a girl and she go away to school 

Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts 

Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors 

I tear my ACL, and wouldn't even limp 

I keep my head up high, so I can read the blimps 

Don't even scream if something hot burns my finger tips 

I just wait a couple seconds then I reattempt 

Had a weird childhood, my shit was wild hood 

But crying ain't my style cause I can smile good 

I don't take shit personal, I don't get jealous 

You can leave my name off, you can misspell it 

I ain't with yelling 

I ain't even mad 

I ain't screaming, catching feelings, and breathing bad, yeah 

My favorite phrase is "so what?" 

I'm stone-cut, I'm bad to the bone, no need to blow up 

Calm before the storm or something 

I ain't cried since '94 or something 

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My legs tired cause I been running things 

That shit is exhausting, I'm in a ton of pain 

But I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling 

Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame 

That shit burned my hand, I'm in a ton of pain 

But I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling 

I won't sweat it, it happened to brothers every year 

I hit my thumb with a hammer and wouldn't shed a tear, yeah 

Still waters, I'm running real deep 

Airplane hit turbulence, shit, I'm still 'sleep 

I hit my knee on the bed corner and run a sprint 

I cried once, but haven't for every summer since 

For those of you that's doubting, I take it that far 

I had an asthma attack during the last bar 

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My legs tired cause I been running things 

That shit is exhausting, I'm in a ton of pain 

But I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling 

Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame 

That shit burned my hand, I'm in a ton of pain 

But I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling, I'm no selling 

You ain't coming then send a note 

That shit get to me, I pretend it don't 

I gotta keep a facade 

I gotta play it cool 

Like when you with a girl and she away in school 

Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts 

Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors 

It ain't me in this spot, wishing it could've been 

The homie got that shit, well fucking good for him 

That part 

Right there