As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
The Sonic Bliss? It's all a myth
Because I'm always pissed, often thinking thoughts amiss
It's politics, I don't want to spit
Because I caught the illness, I'm coughing, now this song is sick
I don't wanna be the guy who's all obnoxious in your face
Dicking away, spitting in vain, let propaganda mix a tape
So full of myself, wanting the wealth, but I cannot change
And everyday, getting away with a display of ego and angst
Morning and night I'm ignoring the news, I'm abhorrent in moral abuse
I'm more than a mic as I'm pouring my life in this story important for views
My reputation, a hustler's innovation
Like f*ck a message, I'ma just corrupt a generation
You down with that? I'm about to snap
I've found that sound can act as power so I'm bound to rap
How loud is that? As loud as Matt
A thousand hours? That's a fraction of my crowded act
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
I'm a quiet dude, I'm tried and true
I'm tryna liven up my livelihood and rhyme astute
But am I a brute? I'm kinda screwed
I'm later in life and I'm behind a mic in a crowded booth
I don't wanna be so brash and cocky, let me do my thing
I'm acting lofty, Matt's a monster messed up, moody swings
I've taken the pills, faking the feels, fashioned foolish flings
Like rap and the music, acting stupid, bag it up, lose the dream
Unless I get ready to peddle the petty, incentive for reeling em in
I'll never be ready to bend to the fetish of feeding the people with fibs
I hardly party, I'm scarred and kind of artsy
But f*ck my heart, the scenes so arbitrarily narcissistic
And I'm down to earth, spit grounded words
I found a verse I fit in, sounds sick but it's bound to hurt
The hours turn, the coward learns
How I've been powerless so now I think I'm out of turn
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
My common sense? It's gone and spent
I lost my tether and now I'm reckless in my thoughtful threads
The songs impress? I'm an awful mess
If y'all were impressed then I wouldn't question whether my songs connect
But ain't pouting while I'm shrouded in this shadows shade
In the loudest masquerade around, I'm out, I've found my face
There ain't a facade over the visage, I've taken it down, parade
My talent and focus out in the open, but I'm without a name
And so I'm alone as a vocalist, honing in, focusing all on myself
There ain't no promoters or going to shows where I'm flowing cuz nobody tells
Like anyone else, my cells unhealthy, padded
The way I'm venting is hate-preventative, tell me I'm an addict
With no self control, I can seldom hold
This sheltered shell of myself together, but I won't sell my soul
You can tell I've been told, to never commit to the road
But I've written this flow and spitting these vocals, never would listen to no's
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
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As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
The Sonic Bliss? It's all a myth
Because I'm always pissed, often thinking thoughts amiss
It's politics, I don't want to spit
Because I caught the illness, I'm coughing, now this song is sick
I don't wanna be the guy who's all obnoxious in your face
Dicking away, spitting in vain, let propaganda mix a tape
So full of myself, wanting the wealth, but I cannot change
And everyday, getting away with a display of ego and angst
Morning and night I'm ignoring the news, I'm abhorrent in moral abuse
I'm more than a mic as I'm pouring my life in this story important for views
My reputation, a hustler's innovation
Like f*ck a message, I'ma just corrupt a generation
You down with that? I'm about to snap
I've found that sound can act as power so I'm bound to rap
How loud is that? As loud as Matt
A thousand hours? That's a fraction of my crowded act
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
I'm a quiet dude, I'm tried and true
I'm tryna liven up my livelihood and rhyme astute
But am I a brute? I'm kinda screwed
I'm later in life and I'm behind a mic in a crowded booth
I don't wanna be so brash and cocky, let me do my thing
I'm acting lofty, Matt's a monster messed up, moody swings
I've taken the pills, faking the feels, fashioned foolish flings
Like rap and the music, acting stupid, bag it up, lose the dream
Unless I get ready to peddle the petty, incentive for reeling em in
I'll never be ready to bend to the fetish of feeding the people with fibs
I hardly party, I'm scarred and kind of artsy
But f*ck my heart, the scenes so arbitrarily narcissistic
And I'm down to earth, spit grounded words
I found a verse I fit in, sounds sick but it's bound to hurt
The hours turn, the coward learns
How I've been powerless so now I think I'm out of turn
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
My common sense? It's gone and spent
I lost my tether and now I'm reckless in my thoughtful threads
The songs impress? I'm an awful mess
If y'all were impressed then I wouldn't question whether my songs connect
But ain't pouting while I'm shrouded in this shadows shade
In the loudest masquerade around, I'm out, I've found my face
There ain't a facade over the visage, I've taken it down, parade
My talent and focus out in the open, but I'm without a name
And so I'm alone as a vocalist, honing in, focusing all on myself
There ain't no promoters or going to shows where I'm flowing cuz nobody tells
Like anyone else, my cells unhealthy, padded
The way I'm venting is hate-preventative, tell me I'm an addict
With no self control, I can seldom hold
This sheltered shell of myself together, but I won't sell my soul
You can tell I've been told, to never commit to the road
But I've written this flow and spitting these vocals, never would listen to no's
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
The Sonic Bliss? It's all a myth
Because I'm always pissed, often thinking thoughts amiss
It's politics, I don't want to spit
Because I caught the illness, I'm coughing, now this song is sick
I don't wanna be the guy who's all obnoxious in your face
Dicking away, spitting in vain, let propaganda mix a tape
So full of myself, wanting the wealth, but I cannot change
And everyday, getting away with a display of ego and angst
Morning and night I'm ignoring the news, I'm abhorrent in moral abuse
I'm more than a mic as I'm pouring my life in this story important for views
My reputation, a hustler's innovation
Like f*ck a message, I'ma just corrupt a generation
You down with that? I'm about to snap
I've found that sound can act as power so I'm bound to rap
How loud is that? As loud as Matt
A thousand hours? That's a fraction of my crowded act
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
I'm a quiet dude, I'm tried and true
I'm tryna liven up my livelihood and rhyme astute
But am I a brute? I'm kinda screwed
I'm later in life and I'm behind a mic in a crowded booth
I don't wanna be so brash and cocky, let me do my thing
I'm acting lofty, Matt's a monster messed up, moody swings
I've taken the pills, faking the feels, fashioned foolish flings
Like rap and the music, acting stupid, bag it up, lose the dream
Unless I get ready to peddle the petty, incentive for reeling em in
I'll never be ready to bend to the fetish of feeding the people with fibs
I hardly party, I'm scarred and kind of artsy
But f*ck my heart, the scenes so arbitrarily narcissistic
And I'm down to earth, spit grounded words
I found a verse I fit in, sounds sick but it's bound to hurt
The hours turn, the coward learns
How I've been powerless so now I think I'm out of turn
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
My common sense? It's gone and spent
I lost my tether and now I'm reckless in my thoughtful threads
The songs impress? I'm an awful mess
If y'all were impressed then I wouldn't question whether my songs connect
But ain't pouting while I'm shrouded in this shadows shade
In the loudest masquerade around, I'm out, I've found my face
There ain't a facade over the visage, I've taken it down, parade
My talent and focus out in the open, but I'm without a name
And so I'm alone as a vocalist, honing in, focusing all on myself
There ain't no promoters or going to shows where I'm flowing cuz nobody tells
Like anyone else, my cells unhealthy, padded
The way I'm venting is hate-preventative, tell me I'm an addict
With no self control, I can seldom hold
This sheltered shell of myself together, but I won't sell my soul
You can tell I've been told, to never commit to the road
But I've written this flow and spitting these vocals, never would listen to no's
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse
Telling me what I should do
And though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal
Tell me something new
Writer: Sauce Is Matisse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid