Whyte Nicotyne - A Day Late and A Dollar $hort Lyrics

Let's talk about work ethic, Not mine specifically but how it gets measured
Not by a ruler or a graph, But by your effort
Playing life like a game of chess or checkers
Is the similarity of getting cheddar
I used to be trapped in a dark place, Tethered
I found my way out with the light, I'm like a feather
Falling from the sky, I safely land, Never say never
I made some doubters believe in me, I'm feeling endeavored
Like a kicker in Denver, I beat my goals and make new ones
A true mindsetter, I wish I could feel this way forever
This feeling I have is truly the greatest one ever
The feeling of your first success, You can finally take a breath
It's all momentary but it's the best feeling you've had
Like when you finish with sex, You go again, There's no time to rest
I won't lay in bed all day, But be my guest
The moment I try, I'm restless
I'm a day late and a dollar short, I need to vent
I can't stay silent, Muzzled like I am suppressed
I'm getting over this feeling of being depressed
I'm in panic mode the whole time like a waging bet
I feel like the safety against a vertical threat
I'm a day late and a dollar short, I need a hit
You're the quarterback who's afraid of the blitz
You toss a pitch, It gets fumbled
I pick it up for the opportunity to run it for the win
Now you feel the panic settling in
You can't stand it, So you drift and split
Here we go again
I'm a broken record player, Records are meant
To get broken, You get bent
All the hate I got for trying, I just shake my head
What a ache you used to be, Now you're on the fence
You can't believe what you hear, Am I too intense?
I hurt some feelings along the way, I'm in full offense
You learn to stand up for yourself, That's the main defense
To these player haters, Who can't even repent
You will soon live with regret when you see me live in the flesh
Don't tell me how you're so impressed
I used to be insecure with my looks and how I dressed
Nowadays, I could care less, I'm finding my confidence
All I've ever had was common sense
I taught myself how to rap and there I went
Will it be enough all these days and nights I've spent?
Wrecking and murdering hundreds of these instruments
At first, I'd only get discredit
I wonder what they'll think on Reddit? I can't digest
I'm a day late and a dollar short, I can't process
I'm trying to stay positive in these dark times while I manifest
What I think I know is coming so I can protect myself but with what accomplishments?
Astonishment, What can still be done while the mind is absent
I'm a day late and a dollar short, I need content
No matter what I do, It never feels enough, It's complex
It makes me want to stick a fork in an outlet
How do kings get crowned when they ain't found yet?
All this time neglected, I learned how to do music and reflect it
Will anyone actually respect it?
Or do they just feel bad for something expected?
I'm suspected to have a downfall with no metric
100 to 0 real quick, I reckon some ending
A reckoning like Ragnarok to sabotage my mending
A day late and a dollar short since my beginning
I'm a day late and a dollar short for my first album, Time to full send it
It's better late than never, Stay positive, Intending
It sounds like this now, Imagine in years it'll sound majestic
I just recorded, I just reordered all the words in my head like it's alphabetic
Stop pretending, Quit sleeping on me like an anesthetic
Don't wear me out of style, I'm the new aesthetic
April 7th