Chorus:
I'm in love with this craft
Kill me if I don't have a chance
For it to love me
My lust for this is down bad
How sad, I'll be found
Searching for money

Verse 1:
This ain't spaz rap this time
Or jazz rap with mind
Conscious rap, all my nerves
That's creeping all up my spine
This the solstice
The zenith of my career
I'm just hoping that I don't
Fall down to my nadir
Using tier 3 vocab
But I never paid attention in English
Like Marley, my optimism
Was fucking dead to begin with
But my love for the flows and rhymes
Has always just glowed and shined
It's grown through time
And given the opportunity to open and rise

Chorus:
I'm in love with this craft
Kill me if I don't have a chance
For it to love me
My lust for this is down bad
How sad, I'll be found
Searching for money

Verse 2:
I'm cramped in this hall like the Wishroom
Stuck in this bitch with the symptoms
Of heartbreak, this outbreak
Leaves me a victim, shit is a rhythm
Stuck in this repeating cycle
It's like a headline, a misleading title
Going further down, it just seems to spiral
You're just being idle trying to beat the rivals
Didn't know there was competition
Over the best musical composition
Now the opposition leave you want to finish
These young musicians are like politicians
And my goal is to make them resign
Yeah, you bring a surprise like you came from behind
This is a sign my flow wavy like synthesis
I could rap all my life, this shit infinite

Hook:
I'm in love with this craft
Kill me, if I don't have a chance
For it to love me
My lust for this is down bad
How sad, I'll be found
Searching for money