Bittersweet

I grab a pen and I attempt
To rewrite my priorities 'cause it seems that I can't
Focus as a young kid I started writing to vent
But ridee dier the efforts all for translate into dollars and cents
I need to have a convo with He who sent me
'Cause evidently
I have kept it one hundred like a century
Kept the flow eccentric as he told
I should rub elbows with the Cole's and Kendricks
So what am I doing wrong
Maybe I'm really crazy for making these types of songs
In this damn nation
After dropping all this science I feel I should've been spotted like Dalmatian dogs
Chale we proceed with caution
Competition dey try defeat us like abortions
Pops told me failure is not an option
And Terah told me to save my sleeping mat for an auction
Back then I was ashamed of my circumstances
Kept to myself cause nyipa ye forken
Them go tell you open up but them go use it against you
Been through a lot so you fk around and you're cancelled

Turn me turn me turn me turn me down
It's bittersweet
But I no dey lose sleep
Tell me tell me tell me tell me how
It's bittersweet
When I'm on a winning streak

I can't believe society's such a fraud
I'm pregnant with a dream that they're trying to abort
In the course of having that intercourse
I paused and considered the thought of traveling abroad
I told'em music is what I wanna do
They said scratch that like I was behind the ones and twos
I get on stage elicit aahs and oohs
The boys scream King Ru the girls coo
This vivid bias uttered by a guy under the guise of friendship to a kid whose indulgence is pretty pious
If I listen am like by now I retire
He said the music dier your people no go buy am
They want that mediocre
They want that mediocre
If it's dope them no go soak am nah
I stress sending prayers to the messiah
Jesus take the wheel 'cause me I tire

Turn me turn me turn me turn me down
It's bittersweet
But I no dey lose sleep
Tell me tell me tell me tell me how
It's bittersweet
When I'm on a winning streak