Song one version one, two, three, four, Fuck it, why should I care anymore? It’s not good enough, It’s never good enough. Gotta reset, reconnect, hit the pipe and then the page, Writing all the time like Hamilton in his last days. So I re-write the verses, restructure the flow, Then I edit the track, but not like a pro. ’Cause I’m just starting, finding my groove, Love it or hate it—just don’t be rude. Because I know, It’s not good enough, it’s never good enough Making these songs is fucking hard, Which is weird ’to me, cause I’m a writer at heart. Some find it’s easy but I find it tough, creating songs from my stories always ends rough. So I re-write the verses, restructure the flow, Then I edit the track, but not like a pro. ’Cause I’m just starting, finding my groove, Love it or hate it—just don’t be rude. Because I know, It’s not good enough, it’s never good enough Version nine, ten, eleven, twelve, I have to ducking stop ’cause I can’t ducking spell. Just kidding, I only got dumb thumbs, My brain’s wound tight like a bass drum. Slap bet my next track gonna break some, That’s a fact, bitch—I’ma leave your face numb. So I re-write the verses, restructure the flow, Then I edit the track, but not like a pro. ’Cause I’m just starting, finding my groove, Love it or hate it—just don’t be rude. Because I know, It’s not good enough, it’s never good enough. Version twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, These are just simple rhymes I make to bridge the lines. There’s no story, there’s no heart, It’s just a hollow imitation of someone else’s art. So If I wanna be great, then I gotta get good, Start telling stories, instead of just rhyming words. So I re-write the verses, restructure the flow, Then I edit the track, but not like a pro. ’Cause I’m just starting, finding my groove, Love it or hate it—just don’t be rude. Because I know, It’s not good enough, it’s never good enough. For you.