Текст песни Sour Hour - Buck Bowen

I could write a song every god damned day
And nobody gives a fuck hip hop hooray
I'm not bitter, just a little worn out
Everybody's fucking busy it's too much to sort out

Yeah I get it, it's a lot to digest
I guess I'll just quit rap so you can get some rest
I'm not bitter, did I mention that yet?
Everybody needs to sleep, my music is your bed

Take a nap, hit snooze, keep dreaming, be cool
I'll just keep writing songs till you've got nothing to do
But to listen, I swear I'm not bitter
Everybody needs to eat, and you're busy making dinner

Get fed man my music can wait
I'm going to be here forever, no I'm not, that's ok
Cause when I'm dead, I'll for sure not be bitter
But we'll all die happy everybody's a winner

Everybody has a life I guess
It's just that some hide it better, but I digress
I'm still not bitter, not at all upsetted
People need to feel important and I'm no exception

Everybody has their favorite fucking show
That they wouldn't ever think of missing hell to the no
But my songs come out, I'm not bitter, every week
And it's too fucking much when I send them a link

Everybody says it's cool, but it's just to fill the void
They got kids and a spouse need to round up the toys
Damn I'm not bitter, in case I haven't said
One day I'll get credit long after I'm dead

Or I won't, everybody's got a thing
And that thing has absolutely just nothing to do with me
I'm not bitter, I put that on my life
And if your ears are fucking open then you're hearing a lie