I keep thinking I gotta
Wake up to breaks in my brain "gotta" drop em
Hear a few keys "gotta" chop em
Even if I miss a few meals like I ain't want em
Stomach growling, but i'm pounding
Pads on my MP. . . I "gotta" problem
Supposed to be working but i'm writing
Hanging at the dealership, rhyming/test-driving
Customers don't want to hear it
Argue with my girl 'cause of something in my lyrics
She said i'm f*cking with her hopes
I told her hold up I just missed another quote
Now I gotta rewind it back in find it
Waste away my life in a mine for diamond
Digging with my pen 'tween the lines to
Top it with my nonsense convince them that its timeless
Too old to think i'll own my housing
Spent every cent I got pressing up an album so I
Rock in other states without a dollar
Its a problem man. . . I know that I "gotta" just
Get over you