Therapy Session VII: Compass

Even if I'm givin' 'em rap, givin' 'em boom-bap
Givin' 'em trap, givin' 'em the dance on my TikTok
Givin' 'em pop, givin' 'em rock and the hip-hop
Givin' it a lot, it's all I got, but I guess not

Wasn't enough; what if I just would be able to summon the luck?
And run it up, getting painful
What have I done? What have I done? Why can't you
Love me enough? I'm feeling numb like

The term "cheddar" or "dough," or is it "bag" now?
I don't care, but I know I kind of ran out
So tell me, should I sing or should I rap now?
I know somebody online has got it mapped out
Whatever breaks, what if I make even more of the same
What they want? What they crave?

I'm doin' the thing, getting the data and scrolling the
Pages the most of my day
So why can't I get on the playlist, gettin' the placement?
I should be breaking, I should be famous
I should be making double the payment; fuck all this waiting
Not gonna take it. Busting amazing raps sometimes with punchlines
And sometimes insane technical rhymes
But they not reacting like I
Want them to, I'm losing my mind

Make a song for the ones who love the old shit?
Then another one for those who want the radio hits
I been chasing the wrong things, I had a dream
But it's clear to me that I lost it. I can't believe
That I ever went to an office and quietly
Listened to all them talkin' about my dream

Like it's only a chart thing, a marketing thing, a pompous
Red carpet thing
So don't confuse self-reflection for self-pity
See, I took my dream back, and since then I been gettin' busy
Don't confuse self-reflection for self-pity
You see, I took my dream back, and since then I been gettin' busy

I used to wanna give 'em what I thought that they
Want, thought that's humility
Now I look 'em straight in the eye, say I think I'm
In the top three

It's back to the dream that I had at thirteen with that
4-track machine
When the only one person in the universe that
Had to love this was me
When the only one person in the universe that
Had to love this was me
When the only one person in the universe that
Had to love this was me

The only one person in the universe that gotta

So give me the pad, give me the pen
From now on not giving a damn about a thing but
The excitement that I get
When I don't chase anything but the excitement that I get

Come again, give me the pad, give me the pen
From now on not giving a damn about a thing but
The excitement that I get
When I don't chase anything but the excitement that I get

From writing and finding the right thing
That I like when my hi-hat the right blend
My kick the right snare, kinda like it
Lose track of time and finding my bliss

So hand me the guitar
Bandaging these scars
Everything in my heart
Finds its way to these bars

Yes, I'm calling it art
They be calling it streams
Calling it content, calling it nonsense
I'm calling this feeling I'm chasing
My compass

I used to wanna give 'em what I thought that they
Want, thought that's humility
Now I look 'em straight in the eye, say I think I'm
In the top three

It's back to the dream that I had at thirteen with that
4-track machine
When the only one person in the universe that
Had to love this was me
When the only one person in the universe that
Had to love this was me
When the only one person in the universe that
Had to love this was me