Yeah I been writing these rhymes through the night bro
Time spent refining my knife on the grindstone
I'll sleep when I die so won't keep my eyes closed
The beats keep the fire that lives deep in my mind stoked
But life won't let up or ever let me get up
I'm still not dejected but, I'll get it 'till I'm fed up
And call it quits, but 'till then I'm all in
So pour me a tall drink, I'll be here 'till morning
Deadly when I verbalise an ill text
Murder rhymes and kill sets but earning mine's a real test
Need to internalise what's real then
Work 'till I'm fulfilled and diversify the skillset
Haven't got a mill yet, the bills wreck my piggy bank
Haggard and I feel stressed staring at the cityscape
Like... Ahh what a pity mate
You thought life was easy? Guess reality's a bitter taste
Still got that bitter taste on my lips
Yeah
Still got that bitter taste on my lips
(Sound so, sound so bitter)
Uh
(Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter)
Admittedly been a bit of a zealot
Work my fingers 'till they're calloused and stepped up to any challenge
But that doesn't equal status or recognition of talent
Or even negate the jealousy I have and try to manage
For others and their success, quite the opposite
I just try and channel it into something that's positive
And live for today but don't just live for today
Life is gone in a blink so be grateful, don't piss it away
'Cause time is fleeting, a finite season then I'm not breathing
Can't deny my toxic traits, I see them but don't try to feed them
Set my sights on seeking life's real meaning, trying to find a reason
Of my own and finding freedom from the spite and pride that breeds in-
-Side of my head... Ah, stop your whining
Better make the most of your life and get on with writing
Drop your rhymes, do what you like, stop acting like it's not exciting
Just don't drop the mic, kid, now's not the time for compromising
Still got that bitter taste on my lips
(Sound so, sound so bitter)
Yeah, still got that bitter taste on my lips
(Sound so, sound so bitter)
Uh
(Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter)