I done tried every style
Tried every sound
Still like I, haven't really found, uh
The real me, doing 20-30 takes
Cuz I don't like the way my sounds on the tape
And spend a whole day on errey verse that write
But I end up being bitter sounded better in my mind
I, am sprintin on a treadmill
Always get a workout but standstill
What if everything I got is not enough?
Lately feel I got the opposite of midas touch
Uh, it can get to be a little much
But how dare I b**h about it when I doing what I love
Right? And lately I been uptight
And they won't put me on shows cuz I ain't thug life
So I gotta start again
Cuz everything I built before now it don't mean sh**
f** a hook, pretendin I can sing
If you heard how many takes I gotta do you'd ashamed
Sittin punchin bu*tons on my mac until I'm drained
Its the only way ive ever known to let out everythang
And my relationship is strained
Shes startin to figure out that i am never gonna change
As soon as she admit it gonna be a lot of pain
Either that or she ignore it if she do she isnt sane