copy paste

First they laugh, then they copy it's crazy

Crazy that JB's so chill

Crazy that JB is still makin' 'em all look lazy

I need some munch but I cannot be asked to cook

So I don't know how long it'll take me

I need some lunch so I guess I'll up my feelings

'cause that shit is shit I've been cravin'

I feel shit deep, I need a compressor

I'm on them anti-depressants 'cause I need to address

My shit direct, instead of releasin' an album

Then takin' it down to rest

There's some peace in rest, rest in peace to the 'he'

She used to need to believe was me

I never looked back, I feel like I'm healin'

But I still feel so uneasy

Hints of pain I cannot explain are still within me deeply

Pose for the camera I give a big cheesy

Big up to bigger up ego, I remember that kid with the WeGO

I look back on those times, with tired eyes, my mind is tired

But I gotta keep pushin' (pushin)

My shit is all RAW, one must empty the draw

And take up the lore of the scene that they draw from

History's important but not as important as

Present day chords and such

"You gotta go borin' to progress on your story"

I believe like 50% of that

Other 50 should be spontaneous bullshit

I'm sick of this copy and paste, paste your ass some creativity

And while I'm at it I'm sick of this stupid ass phase

I'm sick of this phase, of everybody puttin' the blame on everyone

I'm kickin' names and takin' ass like

Which DJ do you know who's doin' this shit?

I'm up in the early AM bakin, while these other bitches be gamin'

It feels like I work like ten times harder than bitches

Who get on a label without sendin' email after email (after email)

I think I've earned the right to have

Confidence in myself, fucker I know that I'm right

I know I can get where I wanna go but I might need some extra guidance

I wanna take a flight with the pilot

And I wanna take a trip to Ibiza (biza)

And guess what I wanna do when I'm there?