Interlude

I do this shit in my room

Wait till i'm home alone

Pour soul straight onto my microphone

Pour soul into each tapper tip tap of my keys

I recall all the times staring at my screen

All I saw was an empty notepad staring at me

Mind blank, nothing to write down thinking i'm crazy

Crazy for wanting the newness of doing it daily

I never considered it mainly as a job, but maybe

Maybe fire up Ramen Bars hit top eighty

But I have been writing best when i'm depressed

I don't wanna be an emotional wreck on Ramen Bars and have it a mess

See i'm happy to mess while making progress but there's shit I gotta confess

If this was a tape it'd be the second side where I undress my mind and vent

Maybe you can hate me after this but i'm putting 100 percent

And I ask for you to listen because i'm opening up my chest