Itha¢a
An artists words don’t mean anything to anybody
Uh uh this one’s for you
Uh uh
Yo
So it’s six A. M
I’m ready to die again
Stumbling out the bed and then
I think about all the time I spent wasting
Its been a while think imma smile
Cuz I been gullible and pissed all day(?)
Been needing a new catchphrase
Besides I’m okay
Its a struggle each day
To keep the rhythm
I’m dizzy from potentious algorithms
I’m living life, live
And tell me what is it that I’m missing
Got the face of a literal loser
With little to no ambition
I’m rapping on these tracks that ain’t even monetized
I ain’t make a single stack
But to the music I’m obliged
I coulda sold out
Like all these rappers here for clout
For the fame
For the fortune
Mumbling they mouths
But momma told me not to do something
If I don’t like it
And if music was a woman you could bet I’m making love to it
Moonlight sonata this the third movement
Our body and (?)
So you betta move it
Flow so crazy that you gonna lose it
Son of the devil and these bars prove it


And it’s still for you, and whoever the fuck else, I don’t care

I hope i vibe tonight
I hope i die tonight
I hope the girl that I’m talking to come on the phone tonight
I wanna sleep tonight
I wanna breathe tonight
I just want something pleasant inside my dreams tonight
The everlasting life of a bastard child
Who passed the time mastering writing lines about paradigms
I only rhyme because my life got hard I’m thankful
But my faith in God has been long lost
That’s the trade-off for a talent
You suffer on this planet
But always know everything is for You
The pain is for you
The blame is to you
No matter your view
You read the label on the table and its written to you
I hope you notice
I hope you know tice
My screams for help
But an artist’s words are always kept to self
No matter if he bleeds
No matter if he bleeds
No matter if it’s blatantly obvious to you and me
Always know this one thing
When you see me suffering
The words are right I always meant for You