[Intro]
I guess I can't do what I want, (why?)
I have to follow the normal like a fucking drone, (oh)
Why can't I stand up for something that's relatively postponed, (what?)
I mean you can't always win every fight but, (what?)
Maybe if someone tries hard enough it will thin out their sight but, (what?)
I mean momma told me life was a box of chocolates I should just take what I can get, (oh that's nice)
[Bridge 1]
But why haven't I gotten the best ones yet? (I don't know)
I want something to pull me ahead
Yeah sure I've gotten a few keepers like the caramel filling (what?)
Oh yeah and who can forget about the white washing beginning (what?)
Referring to my success is like explaining D&D. It won't work. (why?)
I can't seem to wrap my head around each specific perk
(what?)
I feel your harm, I really, I really fucking do
But if I can't fend for myself what should I fucking do? (i don't know)
I'm stuck in this box and I can't get out. (that's sad)
All I can do is just sit and pout
[Verse 1]
I'm a goner The only reason I exist is to criticize
I'm scared of my ending and I fear for attention (you do?)
But all I get in return is spit, shit and fucking detention
Everyone keeps telling my shit is sick (it is)
But the more I listen the more I realize they're just fucking riding my dick
My music is gone shit, everything I say ends makes me the culprit (I mean that's not true..)
And I get frowned on daily simply because I don't get lit
I mean, Smoking has ruined 80% of kids
And now they're here trying force them down my throat like meds
As if I never smoked, do you think I just chose not to give a shit?
But no, Ise is just a fucking mistake, his rap career is about to break
My music has reached a new version of dull (what?)
It's came from reaching it's catchy ass peaks to a low dull sounding soul
I can't believe I'm not big, maybe I should just go smoke a bowl. (No come on ise, don't do that)
It's fucking hot in here
[Interlude]
But look, you can't tell me I'm not trying. (I didn't say that)
I've organised more music than half of the folks who try me
Producing has become a chore, since I feel like every person will just ignore
All of the effort I put into the score
I'm such a fucking mistake drivin' whore
But really though, have you heard Men Down? That shit is sick
I download shitty beats and get called a prick, but....
Those are the beats everybody fucking wants. (oh yea?)
So quit fucking calling me out you fucking cunts
I'm sick of it, I really am. ( I don't blame you)
[Verse 2]
My friends block me from life about 20 times a day. (ise)
Never get recognized by music I make but instead by the mistakes I made. (ise)
I spend months working on content to at least get a dap. (ISE)
Instead they push me away and just fucking laugh at me rap
I don't get credit for the beats that I DO make
I put effort and all they ever want is trap shit that's making it fucking big today (fuck that)
But for petes sake, that shit is a flake in a general world is about to fucking break
I can't fucking breathe, I'm a baby starting to fucking teethe
Oh look, it's fucking Ise fucking name dropping yet again
But if you cared as much as I do why don't just fucking lend?
Me and hand, instead I get bent because my friends just tend to fend. (what?)
Off their life away from mine, I'm getting fucking depressed just thinking about old times
I wish I had myself in check, I'm just such a fucking wreck
My speech impediment is going to take fucking control, just give me a sec. (your good... your good)
Please... Just give me a second dude...
[Outro]
Music is getting at a level where I can't keep up. (thats okay)
Because in order to be big I have to at least live enough. (well then just drop it)
I speak so often against myself I'm starting to fucking flip
But fuck it, I'm Emo and my life is just a fucking skit. (thats not true)
I have to live with it since my only option is just taking shit
Might as well just swallow two fucking dicks since that's my musical commit. (thats.... thats gay)
Why can't I speak my mind? Bitch such two chodes
Someone save me before I enter my Beast Mode.....
