I’ve written too many songs since I was thirteen
10 years have passed so slowly
I guess I can’t shut my trap
Killed my time writing 100 tracks
It’s become a reflex at this point
No one likes this noise
For all I care I’m putting out crap
Lost 10 years writing this kinda trash
Yo, I’m about to write a rap song, yuh
‘Cause I got a hundid tracks done, and that shit
Tryna sound like 2021, that ain’t it
‘Cause when I try to sound like people like that, I just sound like this
I wasn’t wondering
What regular people thought of me
I’m on the outside looking
At my mother for comfort
Holding the fort down
I’m just a bummer
I’m playing around
And I stand at the mirror
Stand at the mirror
Looking at this freak
Won’t admit defeat
I’m a survivor
Still standing on my feet
Feel like a loser
Wouldn’t giving up be sweet
What am I doing with my life now
I should’ve gave myself a time out
Wasting all these years to write down
All this nonsense
Hold no contest
Worked my hardest
I was honest
This is my third song in 24 hours
And it means nothing
I can write a hundred or a hundred thousand
And it’ll mean nothing
I could spend my whole life looking in the damn mirror
And I would never find myself looking at a winner
Enter the chorus
A hundred and one songs in
I should know how to do this
All I have to do is sing
But I can let myself relax
Let myself write songs this bad
‘Cause nobody noticed
me After I choked out
A hundred and one tracks
And end with a chorus
A hundred and one songs in
I should know how to do this
All I have to do is sing
But I can let myself relax
Let myself write songs this bad
‘Cause nobody noticed
me After I choked out
A hundred and one tracks
And end with a chorus
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