Commission Confessions

VERSE 1: Man, I’m spiralin’, dialin’ demons like they’re customer support, Tryna’ sort through all these overdue reports I ignore. Got a daughter barely walkin’, wife exhausted at the door, And I’m still tappin’ apps like “sheet, this beat’ll fix me, for sure.” Overdraft acrobat, flippin’ limits like a gymnast, Buy a synth kit, then I panic when the bill hits. “Next commission covers it” my brain’s a biased witness, Sellin’ me that fiction like addiction’s just a quick glitch. Got a salary that people dream about, obscene amount, But I bleed it out on beats and schemes I never think about. Debt piling like a hydra chop a head, three more’ll springin’ out, And I’m still clickin’ “Add to cart” like cash is what I sing about. HOOK Yeah, I’m the king of self-sabotage, welcome to the kingdom, Where every paycheck’s freedom ‘til my impulses lynch ‘em. Tell myself I’ll stop but that lie’s got rhythm, Every “next commission” hits like fate’s algorithm. VERSE 2: I keep promotin’ a channel that ain’t promotin’ me back, Throwin’ stacks into a blackhole, call it “hope,” call it “a trap.” My ambition is a gremlin, feed it stress and it attacks, Eats my future, spittin’ facts like “bro, you’ll never get on track.” I’m a paradox in Air Max: rich but mentally bankrupt, Blessed life, stressed nights my mind’s a sabotaged tank truck. Rollin’ downhill spillin’ chaos every “maybe next month,” I’m facin’ consequences pasted from the same junk. And yeah, I know my wife is wonderin’ why I’m caught in this loop, How I swoop into stupidity like logic’s just a fluke. Tryna’ soothe a twitchin’ ego with a new plugin or loop, While my daughter learns to laugh and I can’t laugh at the truth. PRE-HOOK It’s like: Paycheck breakneck facewreck chaos, Safe bet? Nope, I go chase debt pay costs. Brain says “bro, you’ll erase this” day off, Then I cave in, flame lit same loss. HOOK Yeah, I’m the king of self-sabotage, welcome to the kingdom, Where every paycheck’s freedom ‘til my impulses lynch ‘em. Tell myself I’ll stop but that lie’s got rhythm, Every “next commission” hits like fate’s algorithm. BRIDGE (emotional pressure / inner conflict): I ain’t dumb, I’m just numb, runnin’ from the sum of what I’ve done, Tryna’ juggle love, a kid, a job, a storm inside I can’t outrun. Every bill a battlefield, every choice is like a loaded gun, And I’m the one who keeps reloadin’ even when the war is won. OUTRO But I’m holdin’ on, barely yeah, I’m cracked but not defeated, Even when my hope is overdrafted, drained, deleted. I ain’t lookin’ for redemption just a moment not depleted, Tryin’ to be the man they need… Even when I feel uncompleted.