Lyrics I Got Music to Write - 2020

I Got Music to Write

Mission control, this is your conscience, ambition is slipping, you’re fishing
for something noxious
Semi subconscious, obnoxious, this is bad
You’re on the dance floor, no fun to be had
You’re under a spell, you’re stuck in a cell, man but honestly
Quit it wit the over cynic modesty
Uh, yo, I gotta be
Some sort of commodity
Some kind of a novelty
Something that they gotta be with
But animosity
Plus how I’m an oddity
Got me in a zone and feeling lone, I wanna be him
But I got music to write, and I’ll keep writing it, ight
I’m kinda sick of thinkin' who you frickin' choosing tonight
I got a vision in sight
A music mission, alright
And my position isn’t getting any better, right?
«Yeah»
Uh, better on my own
Better on a phone
Better when i got the time to type it out and make it better known
Better when I’m all alone
The better the tone, the quicker amend
The bigger the text, more bitter the end
I thought I ghosted ya
So what’s better, tellin' a person you need somebody better or ignoring them
You have feelings
And so do I
You say you want the truth
That was determined to be a lie
You hate guys like I hate girls, that is how the worlds works
The only difference is for you it probably hurt worse
I gotta feeling that I’m going to hell, but well, I can kill an energy and
shake off a spell
You got jobs to land, you got papers to write
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got beef to squash, you got people to fight
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got money to make, you got Friday night
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got school to finish, you got goals in sight
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
It’s like, try to fight my right to light the world on fire in spite of
expiring light
(Try me)
It’s like I’d die for music
I’d fuckin' strangle a mic
Spitting' up flem and mucus
All of my fluids are spite
And I’m not M-G-K
And I’m not Eminem
I’m not Lil Xan, I’m white, but I’m different than them
Got beats to kick and demons to condemn
Got crystals to buy, don’t got no cut gems
Cut stems, cut chords, butt heads, step towards, a better existence,
like oh lord
Your hate and violence will never change the world (for real)
This awkward silence will never turn into pearls (surreal)
But I can take a mistake, and make it into a jam
And I can force me awake, and show you what I really am
(And I am) interested in women
Just like Kate McKinnon
But I gets mine from doing what I love
Yeah, lyricism, songwriting, social anxiety
Welcome to the world of 20 in it’s entirety, uh
I’m only in it for 20 minutes of conversation
If my awkward hit and miss style is any indication
(I'm playing) 2 cards like Yu-gi-Oh
Guitar and race, blue eyes and white skin like that dragon that was famous, uh
I’m goin' off, I don’t care if I suck, I’m showing off, kickin' this like I’m
givin' a fuck
Plus
I gotta be
Some kind of dichotomy
Some sort of a prodigy
Something that they gotta see
A bad comedy
Billion dollar lottery
Million people following
But for now a wannabe
Hook
You got jobs to land, you got papers to write
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got beef to squash, you got people to fight
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got money to make, you got friday night
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got school to finish, you got goals in sight
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got money to make, you got friday night
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
You got Oman to visit, you got a whole days flight
It’s all cool, but me, I got music to write
Hey yo I tell white girls that I’m rapper
They say «oh cool» and never message
She says she’s a professional napper
And still thinks I’m really 5 steps back
Hah