Crickets

Haven’t been inspired in a minute
Get the pen out, all I hear is crickets
Everything going right, I been winning
But I still feel like somethings missing

David hasselhoff, I be blasting off
Lifes a gift so that’s why I get the rapping off
I have to write, but I’m quiet I don’t have to talk
My mind does enough of that, at night it be running laps
Musta ran a hundred fuckin laps by the time the sun is back, back
Shining through my window, make a cup of coffee got me higher than some indo
Make me wanna spit flows cleaner than some dish soap
But tell me what I mean to you?
You’ll never hear this but I’m sorry I was mean to you
All the people in my life that I let down
No doubt outweighs all the people that are proud
I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry Dad
I’m sorry Sean don’t think I deserve this life I had
I’m sorry J-Dub, I’m sorry all my friends
I’m sorry J-Dub, I’m sorry J-Dub
See I never called her that, but it doesn’t matter
She’s a great girl, and I’m just an actor
Tryna play a role, of a good guy
Tryna play a role, so I had to lie

So what you gonna do right now
Can you redeem yourself?
What you gonna do right now
Do you care about anybody else?

Haven’t been inspired in a minute
Get the pen out, all I hear is crickets
Everything going right, I been winning
But I still feel like somethings missing