VENT
Okay, maybe I could be the bigger man, if I wanted to be
This ain't a diss, I need to get stuff off my chest, honestly
I'm not a rapper, 'least, I do not wanna be one
I just want to vent on instrumentals all night long
But fuck it, I can't even do that, right? I can't do it right
I don't need more inspiration, 'cause you fucked me up too right
Now I'm crying to these hoes, that's what everybody's saying
But when they want a feature or a verse, oh, they just playin'
Ayy, bro, you got a song with Lil B, come hit me, ight?
If you want me a feature, you better fucking pay the feature price
I don't even charge much, I just need to make ends meet
Fuck it, you can't even do that, so why did you come up to me?
Don't you know I'm jobless, remember what I said in 'Pure'
"I'll be on Steve Jobs shit" I'm just in the fucking void
They don't even acknowledge shit, they just care about followers
Since 'Idol' blew up, people pay attention when I'm dropping shit
It's weird, I don't know if I like that much
I just wanna make some shit that people'll bump
I'm praying they don't have some expectations from this fucking loser
Ayo, that's me, nice to meet ya, I hope I don't lose ya
'Cause I'm really, really good at driving all my friends away
They don't wanna hear my shit "He's crying 'bout his ex again"
But fucking hell, do you know what she put me through, like, seriously?
She cheated, caused my anxiety, that's just a couple things
I think I've got dysmorphia, my fucking life is torture, yeah
I almost went and ended it, but I've got friends supporting, yeah
It means a lot, it truly does, I'm sick and tired of all this stuff
Repeating this shit over and over, it's really gettin' tough
But I'm just at the point where I'm just way too fucking used to
Venting on a track, it's like a form of self-abuse
But hey, people like it, right? Me fucking up my life
I just need to joke a bit, please somebody, tell my wife
That he's a joke, make him freestyle, he'll choke
Stupid motherfucker wasting oxygen, I hope he chokes
Forreal, why the fuck am I still making this music?
They don't wanna listen, all the stuff I make is stupid
But hey, I set myself a goal, project every month
Starting May, ends in December, I better hurry up
I've got an album almost done, I'm hoping people love it
It's a sequel to a project if you want it
But I just wanna vent some more, seeing how I opened up
One day I'll be happy, next day, I'll be throwing up
Is it really healthy if I sleep all day?
I'll wake up for a bit and go to sleep so late
I think it's 'cause I'm tired, I think I wanna retire
Can I even do that, am I big enough to meet the requirements?
Fuck it, I'll just keep on pumping music out until I crack
Not too long to go, yeah, I fucking promise that
I just need to stop this shit and fucking move on quick
As soon as I'm done with this, I'll take off in my rocket ship
'Cause then, at least I'll finally have some space
I'm sick to death of rapping, I'ma just keep singing, ayy
This ain't a diss, I need to get stuff off my chest, honestly
I'm not a rapper, 'least, I do not wanna be one
I just want to vent on instrumentals all night long
But fuck it, I can't even do that, right? I can't do it right
I don't need more inspiration, 'cause you fucked me up too right
Now I'm crying to these hoes, that's what everybody's saying
But when they want a feature or a verse, oh, they just playin'
Ayy, bro, you got a song with Lil B, come hit me, ight?
If you want me a feature, you better fucking pay the feature price
I don't even charge much, I just need to make ends meet
Fuck it, you can't even do that, so why did you come up to me?
Don't you know I'm jobless, remember what I said in 'Pure'
"I'll be on Steve Jobs shit" I'm just in the fucking void
They don't even acknowledge shit, they just care about followers
Since 'Idol' blew up, people pay attention when I'm dropping shit
It's weird, I don't know if I like that much
I just wanna make some shit that people'll bump
I'm praying they don't have some expectations from this fucking loser
Ayo, that's me, nice to meet ya, I hope I don't lose ya
'Cause I'm really, really good at driving all my friends away
They don't wanna hear my shit "He's crying 'bout his ex again"
But fucking hell, do you know what she put me through, like, seriously?
She cheated, caused my anxiety, that's just a couple things
I think I've got dysmorphia, my fucking life is torture, yeah
I almost went and ended it, but I've got friends supporting, yeah
It means a lot, it truly does, I'm sick and tired of all this stuff
Repeating this shit over and over, it's really gettin' tough
But I'm just at the point where I'm just way too fucking used to
Venting on a track, it's like a form of self-abuse
But hey, people like it, right? Me fucking up my life
I just need to joke a bit, please somebody, tell my wife
That he's a joke, make him freestyle, he'll choke
Stupid motherfucker wasting oxygen, I hope he chokes
Forreal, why the fuck am I still making this music?
They don't wanna listen, all the stuff I make is stupid
But hey, I set myself a goal, project every month
Starting May, ends in December, I better hurry up
I've got an album almost done, I'm hoping people love it
It's a sequel to a project if you want it
But I just wanna vent some more, seeing how I opened up
One day I'll be happy, next day, I'll be throwing up
Is it really healthy if I sleep all day?
I'll wake up for a bit and go to sleep so late
I think it's 'cause I'm tired, I think I wanna retire
Can I even do that, am I big enough to meet the requirements?
Fuck it, I'll just keep on pumping music out until I crack
Not too long to go, yeah, I fucking promise that
I just need to stop this shit and fucking move on quick
As soon as I'm done with this, I'll take off in my rocket ship
'Cause then, at least I'll finally have some space
I'm sick to death of rapping, I'ma just keep singing, ayy
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Writer(s): Leon Vegas
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