Lyrics Crypt's Carol - Crypt

Yo, what are you doin'?
You should be out there making that new music
The Crypt I know would never go
As long as you did without droppin' that new hit
Who's this?

I'm starting to panic
I do not want anyone that's demanding
Every single time I drop what I think they want
It falls flat and crash lands
It's sad I forgot why I do this
Why on Earth did I start making music?
It used to come so naturally
And it's sad to see but
Rap just feels like a task that I don't wanna do
Quick, help me please
Why my love for the rap game leave?
All the passion I had, went and packed its bag
Never lack everything I need

To see success
I can't fall off again I just need a sec
I fucking hate rapping, but here I am
Still pleading "Press"
See me? I'm less
Maybe I should reassess
Maybe then people would come back
And I won't feel like I'm fucking up again

That's the issue
You forgot the main reason you started spittin'
Nowadays, you just lay and look at comments, that are written
What about the days, before the fame?
Before they changed your vision
I'ma take you back to a part of your brain
That you hardly ever even visit

Back in the Bad Habit days
There was not one track that didn't slay
You had on goal in mind
Stay in line and create your own lane
Make sure that anyone that ever hurt you
Spit would not forget your name
Stay true to yourself and don't ever sell
Man you'll pile up a bank
But what happened?

Scru turned his back, check your facts, man
Both of you went separate ways, that's what happens
That's part of life, but you lost your drive
And you've fallen off the wagon, it's sad man
I remember back in the day, you'd rap any chance you got
And now it's all about him and the views you get
And stackin' up the guap

Back at the cemetery, at your grandma's grave
Pouring out your heart with all of your pain
Music is an outlet for you to put out there
Herding venom inside of your brain
Time to rekindle that flame
Time to remember your pain
Time to regenerate all of that venom
And penetrate that wall inside of your brain
Time to remember your name

I don't know, times are different
Things aren't like they used to be
A couple knives inside of my back
Turned me to a different human being
It's cruel, it seems
How pure and joyful making this music used to be
But now it's like a trip to a dentist
'Cause they're out here pulling teeth

Besides, have you seen all the comments I get?
Constantly being belittled and shit
Constantly being reminded
Of all of the times that I stumbled and tripped
No wonder I lost what I loved
Nobody knew what my music meant
Every time they shit on Crypt
They shit on Cord, 'cause Crypt don't even exist

That's just some made up shit, to hide my name
From people that wanna know me
But I can't let no one get close
'Cause the last one to stab me was my homie
Bro please, you don't know what it's like
To get on the mic and rap about your life
To thousands, just for someone to reply
That they hope you die
And that your music should never be allowed in
This shit is my diary
And I put it out there for all eyes to see
But I get nothing back
But "This song is trash"
"You should do this, you should do that"
"You shouldn't make music, you shouldn't rap"
Please tell me what I do that is so bad
Nah, fuck rap, you can have it back
Someone take my pen and pad

'Cause I don't love this no more
I don't wanna do this
I can't put myself back through another year of this shit
So I'll go ghost, adios
People finally got their wish
Y'all no longer have to deal with me
Peace and love, it's Crypt

You're proving my point, dawg
When the fuck did you get so soft?
Why do you seek the approval from people
When speaking your own thoughts, huh?
You said it yourself, this is you, not nobody else
If you're rappin' to prove a point then prove it to yourself

You got some issues, Cord
And now is the time to figure it out
You got some clout
That's cool and all, but you're headed for a drought
You got success and switched to autopilot
Smoothly cruising by
But by the time you look up to see where you're at
You're in the dive
And now you're panicked
Lashing out at anyone you can
Instead of pulling on the yoke
To try to stop from crash landing
You got so many fans
But you've been focused on those that are not
You turned your back on those that invested in you as a lower stock

So they drive too
The Crypt that they fell in love with long ago
That dude is not you
Take a look around, you're by yourself
And that is on you
No one else to blame, and now it's time you realize that
Before you're lying in the grave

You're right
I've been making music for people that do not like me
I see how they treat all these other rappers
And honestly it's been blinding
I want the success they have
I want the respect they embrace
But this whole time I've had that
From my own damn fan base
Man I used to host those cyphers
And I always had a blast too
But I stopped them for a reason
I honestly overreacted to
And the cookout, I did the same shit
I was stuck and I couldn't escape it
So I placed the blame in a fucked up place
That it never should've even been

I even forgot about Matthew, Alex, and Walker
Fans of mine that all lost their lives
This rap shit is bigger than me
And I cannot believe I forgot those guys
And all of the DM's that I ever got
From a fan telling me that my music is what stopped them
They probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me
And all of the therapy and the music that I drop

I was selfish, no matter what I do in life
There's always gonna be those that hate
I could turn out to be Jesus Christ
But still their minds won't ever change
So I'll let them hate and I'll change my ways
And I'll look my fans right straight in their face
And apologize for all the lies I made them buy
And promise not to play those games

I'm back
I love rap, I won't ever get this shit twisted again
Music saved my life more times than I can count
It saved me from my descent
So as long as there's one person that can still connect to me
I won't stop making music until I'm resting in peace