It might be time to hang up the jersey
I need something new to nourish me
I've never done anything perfectly
But I definitely need to stop doing this forcibly
You haven't heard from me in a while
Because rhymes just weren't worth my time
Not that my time is particularly valuable
But I don't wanna stress myself into a broken mandable
Unmanageable, unmotivated and lazy
I'm as likely to cancel whether it's free or you pay me
Do us both a favour and make the offer to someone else
I've gotta go do a half assed job of something else
For crying out loud, jesus christ, f*ck me
I toned down the emotion so more people would bump me
But I came off playlists, so I guess, they did kinda bump me
Shit. Bottom tier of Word Collective
Except I think I've been ejected
I'm not sure I could handle another rejection,
I never apply for jobs, I've learned my lesson.
Now all my heroes are villains
And their words are too hollow to listen
I can't find the inspiration
And the metronome is tickin'
I've lost any passion I had for rap
There's just too much f*cking crap
I'm a drop in an ocean i don't give a shit about
I can't pull a crowd
I don't care anymore who hears my sounds
It's time to bow out
At least for now
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It might be time to hang up the jersey
I need something new to nourish me
I've never done anything perfectly
But I definitely need to stop doing this forcibly
You haven't heard from me in a while
Because rhymes just weren't worth my time
Not that my time is particularly valuable
But I don't wanna stress myself into a broken mandable
Unmanageable, unmotivated and lazy
I'm as likely to cancel whether it's free or you pay me
Do us both a favour and make the offer to someone else
I've gotta go do a half assed job of something else
For crying out loud, jesus christ, f*ck me
I toned down the emotion so more people would bump me
But I came off playlists, so I guess, they did kinda bump me
Shit. Bottom tier of Word Collective
Except I think I've been ejected
I'm not sure I could handle another rejection,
I never apply for jobs, I've learned my lesson.
Now all my heroes are villains
And their words are too hollow to listen
I can't find the inspiration
And the metronome is tickin'
I've lost any passion I had for rap
There's just too much f*cking crap
I'm a drop in an ocean i don't give a shit about
I can't pull a crowd
I don't care anymore who hears my sounds
It's time to bow out
At least for now
I need something new to nourish me
I've never done anything perfectly
But I definitely need to stop doing this forcibly
You haven't heard from me in a while
Because rhymes just weren't worth my time
Not that my time is particularly valuable
But I don't wanna stress myself into a broken mandable
Unmanageable, unmotivated and lazy
I'm as likely to cancel whether it's free or you pay me
Do us both a favour and make the offer to someone else
I've gotta go do a half assed job of something else
For crying out loud, jesus christ, f*ck me
I toned down the emotion so more people would bump me
But I came off playlists, so I guess, they did kinda bump me
Shit. Bottom tier of Word Collective
Except I think I've been ejected
I'm not sure I could handle another rejection,
I never apply for jobs, I've learned my lesson.
Now all my heroes are villains
And their words are too hollow to listen
I can't find the inspiration
And the metronome is tickin'
I've lost any passion I had for rap
There's just too much f*cking crap
I'm a drop in an ocean i don't give a shit about
I can't pull a crowd
I don't care anymore who hears my sounds
It's time to bow out
At least for now
Writer: Ferdia Mooney
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