I done tried every style
Tried every sound
Still like I, haven’t really found, uh
The real me, doing 20-30 takes
Cuz I don’t like the way my sounds on the tape
And spend a whole day on errey verse that write
But I end up being bitter sounded better in my mind
I, am sprintin on a treadmill
Always get a workout but standstill
What if everything I got is not enough?
Lately feel I got the opposite of midas touch
Uh, it can get to be a little much
But how dare I bitch about it when I doing what I love
Right? And lately I been uptight
And they won’t put me on shows cuz I ain’t thug life
So I gotta start again
Cuz everything I built before now it don’t mean shit
Fuck a hook, pretendin I can sing
If you heard how many takes I gotta do you’d ashamed
Sittin punchin buttons on my mac until I’m drained
Its the only way ive ever known to let out everythang
And my relationship is strained
Shes startin to figure out that i am never gonna change
As soon as she admit it gonna be a lot of pain
Either that or she ignore it if she do she isnt sane