A Little Bit of Horror

Busy bee busy me
Work work work till you can't fucking breathe
I'm a little jockey racing a stead
To the end of the game that I can't fucking beat
What's it take to be elite
Burn through the rope just to hang in defeat
Starve for an answer to say I can't eat
Marred with stings, there's a wasp in my seat
I'mma take over, I'mma take heat
I'mma take command and control of your fleet
I'mma never stop because you really can't stop me
You better use some force if you really wanna top me

I don't take kind to myself
I don't take time to myself to confine myself
I just write rhymes pass time for myself
Cause no one is listening to I, but myself

So that means there's no fucking pressure
I'm already failed, can't get anywhere lesser
I'm a bit scared, fear is a stressor
Unfold myself like clothes from a dresser
God I can't talk right now
Feeling like I'm chalk right now
Cause I'm drawn on the ground, thrown till I'm down
Put in the deep end and sunk till I drown

Really motivated but I don't have talent
(Woah, self pity, that's really fucking Vaillant)
I'm just in my head and I can't stop thinking
But time keeps ticking and eyes keep blinking
I don't know if I can
But I might as well try
If I'm not my best man
I might as well die