Call And Response (For One)
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I can't do this
No one asked what I have to say
I won't make it
I don't have the skills anyways
I can't take it
I ain't got it
I don't have it in me
I shouldn't try
I wouldn't get it
I don't want your pity
You never listen
I'll never amount to more than I am
I am a total fucking nobody
I've got no fans
So I've got no chance
This won't pan
I've got no plan
I know I can't risk thinking that I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Someone out there wants to hear me spit
Skills don't exist
I'll just learn that shit
I got this, got plans
Can't quit
I write my fears down quick
And then burn that shit
Someone out there wants to hear me spit
Skills don't exist
I'll just learn that shit
I got this, got plans
Can't quit
I write my fears down quick
And then burn that shit
Fuck a crowd
I grab the mic
Like a life raft boat
If my career sinks I've still got float
I got hope
If I just think I might be dope
I might be [?]
Flow like a nike logo
Maybe a dayjob could be just fine
Cause I'll be scrubbing those pots
While I practice lines
And I'll be mopping your floor
While I think up rhymes
I'll just grind and live life
While I buy my time
'cause I am telling the universe to give me my space
Asking Jupiter to move out
Got Pluto replaced
Got the earth running circles
And the sun outpaced
'cause tonight I'm burning
Like a [?] in the maze
Straight to the face
Up to the waist
Someone out there wants to hear me spit
Skills don't exist
I'll just learn that shit
I got this, got plans
Can't quit
I write my fears down quick
And then burn that shit
Someone out there wants to hear me spit
Skills don't exist
I'll just learn that shit
I got this, got plans
Can't quit
I write my fears down quick
And then burn that shit
I can't do this
No one asked what I have to say
I won't make it
I don't have the skills anyways
I can't take it
I ain't got it
I don't have it in me
I shouldn't try
I wouldn't get it
I don't want your pity
You never listen
I'll never amount to more than I am
I am a total fucking nobody
I've got no fans
So I've got no chance
This won't pan
I've got no plan
I know I can't risk thinking that I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Rap life cast away
Tom Hanks be my life then
Calling all Volleyball-height men
And Lord of the Fly rhymes cryin' of a silent
In time y'all are gonna hear
Mine from the island
I'm survivin'
Raisin' the weight of the globe
I'm alive and
Waitin' to makin' a fold
Takin' it day-by-day
To the Cancerous complications that
Makin' it famous creates
Take a paper chase
You're just racing your tail
Think it's a hare's pace
But you're playing the snail
Paper trails, runnin' circles
That's a given
As soon as you're winnin'
You're just back at the beginning of this
Maybe if it fit my image
I'd pimpin' and out drinkin some crisp
And maybe swimming in hits
But white kids look pretty on hips
Sippin liquor in his Sean-Jean fits
So I'ma stick to...
Someone out there wants to hear me spit
Skills don't exist
I'll just learn that shit
I got this, got plans
Can't quit
I write my fears down quick
And then burn that shit