Stuck

[Intro]
I'm stuck to the past
I'm stuck to this path
Been at it for hours I need me a nap
I need to step back
I need me a snack
I need to stop tryna rap

[Verse]
This thing ain't what it used to be
Used to do this for amusement, G
Singing songs to myself in a booster seat
While watching some motherfuckin' Rooster Teeth
Back in like second or third grade
On the way to my friend's birthday
When music was the least of my worries
Now every day like a work day
And what for?
Ain't like there's gonna be an uproar
If I don't get the album in time
That's prolly gonna be the outcome of my
Actions and procrastinating
Swear to god that I dang hate it
This shit used to be fun
'Fore all the deadlines and dumb
Decisions
I don't spit with precision
But I don't care about being off-beat
Fuck all your wannabe Raris
I'm driving Corollas and stealing Mom's car keys
I'm just largely
Tryna be as real as can be
But I'm not tryna be as real or as tough as a g
I got some defects
Got some flaws
Course I've done some defense
But I ain't never broke no jaws
I'm just a kid
Just trying to spit
Just trying to see
Where the hell the rapping takes me