My Craft

Sitting here smoking this bowl of weed I see more smoke so there must be fire Thinking I must be crazy cuz I stay low key instead of trying To make a demo out of all these songs I've drop over the time of rhyming Learned guitar and other skills from years of music making vibing With hardly collabing Don't feel like letting people over to my crib so they can stab me In the back with a rusty knife no thank you I just love creating bangers If I didn't have to work a regular job I'd drop one daily I make that music I'm addicted to genre fusions I might just lose it I'm an addict for bass line grooves and Whenever the vibe is right You'll find me in a lab Making drum beats and melodies trying to perfect my craft I've been at a level of hell where the people don't hear me screaming I feel like the years I've dedicated gotta be for some twisted reason No body ever wanted me to get this far And it ain't even close To the place I gotta be at this point in my life no wonder I always smoke But aside from still not having the goal I've always wanted the most Everything's actually all good 6 years with my girl We bought a small house in a nice hood The American dream But just like busta gimme some more I'm tired of not getting cream I make that music I'm addicted to genre fusions I might just lose it I'm an addict for bass line grooves and Whenever the vibe is right You'll find me in a lab Making drum beats and melodies trying to perfect my craft I make that music I'm addicted to genre fusions I might just lose it I'm an addict for bass line grooves and Whenever the vibe is right You'll find me in a lab Making drum beats and melodies trying to perfect my craft