griffin tomaino - divots Lyrics

I'll stand here all night and wait if I have to
My dear friend, you truly are perfect
They don't think that I'm an artist (F*ck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (F*ck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (F*ck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (F*ck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
Chip away, chip away
Chip away, again and again
If I got myself, I don't need a friend
Always been independent like the trucks on the boards
I get so f*cked up if I feel a little bored
Gotta move, get a move on, I don't wanna sit
Yeah, they tell me that it's fine but I don't see them doing shit
I wanna be my own idol, man, I'm monotheistic
I believe in myself, only me, I'm my Jesus
I gotta only go fast like it's Ramadan
These dudes talking 'bout cash, they don't know what I'm on
You could love a girl who ends up in the blotter
So focus on yourself, you might end up even hotter
They don't think that I'm an artist (F*ck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (F*ck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (F*ck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (F*ck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots
I got the tools, I got the means
I got everything I need
I got abilities to be something you think's
Right, wrong, or something between
All of this time thinking 'bout everyone else
But what about me
What do I want (Yeah, yeah)
What do I want (Yeah, yeah)
I want respect (Yeah)
I want a check (Yeah)
I want them off of my tense f*cking neck (Yeah)
How much of it is in my head, let me check
Looks like ninety-nine percent
But the one is a threat (Damn)
Shout out Arin, he's been working and I'm proud as shit
Gotta make it to the point where I can have my kids
Tell 'em everything I did and be like, "now that's it,"
Then I'll turn around and reminisce
They don't think that I'm an artist (F*ck that)
They don't think I'm making progress (F*ck that)
I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap)
I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap)
Tryna tell me what my part is (F*ck that)
That music isn't where my heart is (F*ck that)
Though there's very few digits
Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots