Making Due

Footed up the road
For something to see
Rooted in my head
Hope this doesn't go bad
I just told you
But nothing received
Not ruining my plans
I'm doing what I said so
You can leave well enough alone
Or be hell compelled or thrown
Elephant is in the room
I don't need to be relevant to you
I'm settling and making due
Hating you

I don't need bucks or mustached face
I'll keep saving these tapes
Until I scrape up the fame
To tell the stories I wanna tell
Try to sell me products you dumb ass hell
I don't need your Prada or fendi belt
I'll spend days with myself
I'll tend to my garden of self worth wealth
I'm selfish that's just as well
I'll cherish every moment spent out my shell
You better relish if you get a fucking hit off my L bitch
But let me scratch the itch for a minute
Let me talk my shit
Or keep walking
Why you gotta be top notch and awesome
Before you can even hold a mic at a concert
Everybody wanna be sponsored
And yet nobody wanna be censored
Nobody wanna be measured as less
But putting forth no effort
Everybody want the boss position
With no inhibitions
No pressure
Every body look on
Cause I don't have a little lecture
This is just a refresher
You ain't fresh sir
And I ain't either
I'm just Peter
A corny music vendor
Give you more of me
Than you probably would prefer
I've abnormally
Got more reason to jest
Than the rest of you
Desktop pressed
Incels
Till I'm in hell
I'm cool to me
I'm sure you can tell
I'd rather be a fool
Than to have my ten toes down