Passion
Rappin is my passion
Think I gotta talent
You don't wanna hear what I think
Why you askin
Wearing all black, ha
That's my kinda fashion
Rap it like it's magic
Spit it like a dragon
Lay you in your casket
If I really wanna do it
Imma put in action
I won't just imagine
I put in the practice
With my kinda drive
You gotta seatbelt on?
Boi
You Better keep it fastened
Think you should know imma pass you
Sit in the back of the classroom
You think my songs aren't that great
I do not think that I asked you
You talkin the money you made on a song
But the lyrics didn't mean a thing
You should try to think of the value
Like what does your music amount to
All your beats are trash
Man
When I am goin through your playlist
I feel like a raccoon
Take your rap to the bathroom
Firing shots when I get on the mic
I am not sorry if I blast you
Do I like your music taste?
Hmm
I'd rather be eating some cat food
All I ever rap about
Is what I write about
I had thirty five k
I deleted my account
All of you can watch me drown
I feel safer with my doubts
I been driving way too long
I should pick another route
Cut myself
Don't cut corners
In a box
Claustrophobic
Started over
Honest open
With no focus
Hate some lotus
Sometimes wish that I was dead
Suicidal thoughts inside my head
I've tried once and I'll do it again
I get better when I pick up the pen
Think I gotta talent
You don't wanna hear what I think
Why you askin
Wearing all black, ha
That's my kinda fashion
Rap it like it's magic
Spit it like a dragon
Lay you in your casket
If I really wanna do it
Imma put in action
I won't just imagine
I put in the practice
With my kinda drive
You gotta seatbelt on?
Boi
You Better keep it fastened
Think you should know imma pass you
Sit in the back of the classroom
You think my songs aren't that great
I do not think that I asked you
You talkin the money you made on a song
But the lyrics didn't mean a thing
You should try to think of the value
Like what does your music amount to
All your beats are trash
Man
When I am goin through your playlist
I feel like a raccoon
Take your rap to the bathroom
Firing shots when I get on the mic
I am not sorry if I blast you
Do I like your music taste?
Hmm
I'd rather be eating some cat food
All I ever rap about
Is what I write about
I had thirty five k
I deleted my account
All of you can watch me drown
I feel safer with my doubts
I been driving way too long
I should pick another route
Cut myself
Don't cut corners
In a box
Claustrophobic
Started over
Honest open
With no focus
Hate some lotus
Sometimes wish that I was dead
Suicidal thoughts inside my head
I've tried once and I'll do it again
I get better when I pick up the pen
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Strimpel
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