Keep Going

[Intro]
Hey guys. I wanted to make a song about my emotions, the heart, and, overall, just how life's been treating me as of recent. It's just-

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Verse 1]
I just pulled up in it, hard and focused like a sucker-punch
I fumble much, stumble and get made fun of as if no one does
Some of y'all too negative, sensitive, straight repetitive, and
Casual on one rope while I'm out here doing double dutch
I can make a fast song, keep the lyrics real and making sense
I can keep the passion when I've been out here just making cents
I can see the money-hungry saying that, "nobody wants me."
Meanwhile, I'm just happy that this rapping made me friends
Don't care what you said to me
Keeping my enemies
Under a bit of
A clutch
Don't try befriending me
Unless you're willing to
Act real and earn all
My trust
Switching my flows like I'm too indecisive
And can't keep one right so I act like a child and I
Throw both away in a series of rage and
Don't get any streams cause I'm doing too much

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Verse 2]
Questioning the universe
I knew it'd hurt. I
Popped off in a couple minute-longs and
Then I moved to work
In those little songs, I acted
Funny cause I knew what worked
Now I'm after commas and the status of a
Music nerd. To restate I
Popped off. I know music's an
Odd job. It might not get me
Caviar. It might not get me
Foie gras. But better than a
Cop car, or stalking, drugs, and cigarettes
Luckily I figured out how to utilize internet

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Outro]
(A bunch of random ad-libs done on the spot)
Now I'm done. Now I'm out
Now I'm done. Now I'm out
Now I'm done. Now I'm out
Now the song's over now
Now the song's over now
Now the song's over now
Now the song's over now
Now the song's over now

(Ah, yeah, we did it!)
(I think the song is over at this p-)
(This beat took me a whole day to make please like)
(I hate having to record in my closet. It's so annoy-)