To all the artists that were told you could never do a thing
And sat moping on the porch while the dinner bells ring
You still got a bit a time to present what you wanna say
And still get to kick a few asses along the way

I write lines in my verses I thought nobody would hear
I was supposed to amount to nothing but I’ll never disappear
There’s a conscience in my confidence that’s always acted low
But I stitched up all my demons and I’ll reap what I will sow
Never lost a motivation for what actually mattered
If something had to get done fast I’d get it done faster
As long as it pertained to some life importance
‘Cause I’m not about to move my day around some retail worship
In between every “Thanks for shopping with us”
I’d be writing ideas and brand new lyrics
Come home after every shift with a plan
To make personal progress on a brand new jam
For the minuscule people that actually care
But imma up those numbers by the end of the year
Take both middle fingers deep outta the muck
And flip em to every asshole who said my music sucked

To all the artists that were told you could never do a thing
And sat moping on the porch while the dinner bells ring
You still got a bit a time to present what you wanna say
And still get to kick a few asses along the way

Never been so tough, never been so brutish
Always been too shy, always felt so foolish
And maybe for once I feel better than ever
Now that I finally did something interesting with a record
I spent years playing sad folk songs for friends
And that period for now is at its end
While I may have done something different with the rhyme
I wrote the same damn song like 97 times
Life goes verse chorus verse then it’s over
Whittles down to just a few lines when you’re older
It’s all too short for all the same words
With the same melody and the same three chords
If the project goes well I could do it again
Or I could shut up for a while and just put down the pen
Cos outta fifteen records there’s five good songs
And they all sound the same and they last too long

To all the artists that were told you could never do a thing
And sat moping on the porch while the dinner bells ring
You still got a bit a time to present what you wanna say
And still get to kick a few asses along the way

Ain’t got no time to repeat myself
Ain’t got no time to repeat myself
Ain’t got no time to repeat myself
Breaking news: I’m a hypocrite too, what else?