SoundLikeMe!

I tried to write some new shit. It didn't sound like me Yeah, it sounded like Orion Sun's song concrete Yeah, it had the melody and everything, low-key Even now, I can feel the flow creeping through the rhyme scheme And the rhyme scheme is something identical entirely Why try to shit on artists for lack of variety When I don't have a style that can't be found in a Variety Magazine Might as well cover the song in its entirety I thought that I would never care I thought that I could make song and never care if it was never shared But now I'm fuckin' scared. I'm fucking terrified I almost got hit by a car! I could've fuckin' died Without accomplishing what I wanted to do in life Could've left the world without so much as one goodbye Just a bloody mess and baggage that I to bring to God And all I'd think to say to Him is "hey, at least I fucking tried!" I mean That's what matters, right But it's not enough What if people hear Dead Air and try to call my bluff What if this is all I got and it's not up to snuff And all of this amounts to me just catering a dinner rush I'm cleaning all these dinner plates just wishin' I could make the cut I'm using all the elbow grease to scrub away the fuckin sludge I ventilate the brain to try and air out all the fuckin dust And even then I seem to have the same problems surface when I write some new shit. It doesn't sound like me Yeah, it sounds like the song, JET, by Cities Aviv Yeah, I looped my first sample just from hearing that beat And now the inspiration's holding up a song about me Tryna justify breaking off a friendship like it had to be Why shit on other artists for their shitty tragedies When every song I make about us just equates to texts like, "are you mad at me?" I might as well just let the friendship atrophy It's crazy, thinking I can't be the greatest if nobody hates me I can make a million songs and still think that I'm lazy I can't take a breath until I best the ones who raised me Can't relax until my life is someone's else's daydream I'm in fucked up shape I'm in a fortress of my making thinking shit won't change I think my work amounts to nothing if I don't get paid And I'm no good at nothing else so guess I can't be saved Guess I'm stuck right here, as I am right now Gonna die like this because there's no way out Guess I'll go f*ck myself, guess I'll shut my mouth 'Cuz what's the point of tryna make a mark to be buffed out I got good hand dealt, I had things planned out But it's too late now, I took the wrong damn route I'm just an NPC, I'm just a face in the crowd So when I scream out loud you don't hear new sounds You just hear some old shit that doesn't sound like me A bunch of pieces from every artist I wanna be Melodies and rhyme schemes they all splitting at the seams As I try keep the stitches closed so they don't see me bleed I'm a problem, the opposite of creative integrity Cry the world a river while some would kill for my pedigree I used to never lay the blame but now these days my brain can never let it be Pursuing this music will be the end of me, f*ck