[Verse 1:]
My own worst enemy is staring back at me
A blank sheet of paper is all I have in front of me
So many similes and metaphors are in my head
But when I try to write them, my brain goes dead
My thoughts are tired like they were sent to bed
And the day I now dread is when the album drops
Cuz like the EP I know it'll be another flop
If I can't find something to write, it'll be all for naught right?
Yo it doesn't matter that I've seen the light
It doesn't mean that I can write a whole album
Bar, none. If I think I'm a rapper I must be on one
That what I was always told, after the EP I should've been done
But I came back again to make another rap again
Except I can't find the words to slay 'em again
[Verse 2:]
I'm working hard overtime to write y'all a decent rhyme
But I might be wasting my time, before, y'all were so kind
But the second time around I get nothing but hate all because I was born white
But to my delight I heard this new song "They Like Me"
KJ & Lecrae said it best: "Different but the same, covered by the blood of the King"
It ain't no thing. So I guess I don't need no rap diary
I'll just wait it out, write and record the new record a week prior
To the release date, checkmate!
Allow me now to demonstrate
God's the captain of this ship, I am His first mate
I've changed a lot since The Perfect 2, I won't rap about my first date
But I will cover some things until I run out of stuff to translate
But only because I can't think of any words on my own
[Hook:]
Every original thought has already been thought
Every rhyme scheme has already been king
Look, you might actually recognize this hook
Cuz there ain't no way I wrote this on my own
Not when every original thought has already been thought
Every rhyme scheme has already been king
You can go ahead and diss this song
Cuz I know I'll get them words wrong
(x2)