DO IT Again

New outlook
Fuck the old stuff
Or fuck the new stuff
Cause right now i feel used up
Tired melodies
Familiar sounds
Repetition's repetition
Never breaking new ground
Find my notebooks
Light them on fire
Turn those uninspired pages
Into something i admire
My muscles are spasming
My bones are aching
Destruction is construction
And right now i feel like making shit

And i'm feeling like i'm waking up
Been hibernating since eightteen and i've had enough
Yeah things are rough but that's no excuse for giving up
And hang it back here every night in a familiar habitat
A sickle and hammer hat i'm all up in your cabbage patch
Fucking kicks and snares and brutalizing all these sample packs
I'll pour some water back and go diving on the track
It's not a shit job, i fucking love to take out the trash
Call me the garbage man
You're all garbage, man
I feed on good rappers and right now i'm starving, man
Get in the RV, slam the gas and don't forget the car keys
A hundred miles to the closest bar scene
That's why i drop my shit online
Cause ain't nobody taking time
In the cold dead winter
To go and listen to some rapper
Trip all over every sentence
And have to listen to his bitching
Rap about how he's an asshole to his best friends

Import samples
Change the pitch down
Turn the bass up
To let this bitch drown
Copy an artist i like
And call it inspired by it
Repetition's repetition
Let's repeat it 'til they're tired of it

And i'm feelin like a copy cat
In light of all of these slighly off tempo sloppy hats
I'll drop a track that's even hotter than sloppy head
And stop em dead before they get their hopes up, that's more humane
I go insane all by myself, yeah i just stay inside
I need to go to a party, won't someone please invite
I swear i won't get political, i won't start a fight
And if i do just kick me out
I got my start ripping of the red hot chili peppers when i was ten
Continued this trend when i got a bit older started listening to Trent
The time i spent picking out the best, discarding the rest
And building up the heart to put my own art to the test
Most of it is just a monstrous amalgam of all the songs and the albums
That i adore and admire and artists who i aspire to be like
Or be as great as
I keep it constantly balanced
So that i don't fall on my ass
And if every fucking indie kid
Didn't imitate the smiths
We wouldn't have death cab for cutie
Or the fucking shins
So please be calm, it's not a competition
Art is about repetition, i'm just turning up the ignition
So please give me some recognition
Im working hard as shit man
I won't bother you no more
I just want yall to listen
Send my darling mixtape to
You and your friend
Its all been done before
I just wanna do it again

And i know that it's all been done before
I wanna do it again