Nate Strider - Can It

First I write it then I rap
Gotta mix it on the track
All of ya'll can kiss my ass
I
Pick up the pen
And I'm getting much better
You gotta admit
That's a fact
Talk to my dad
He get on my ass
Put him on blast
Got no respect for the man
Keep on talking
I'm like can it Papa
Can you fuck off
Dragging this song
For way too long
I got places to be
I got a life
I like wasting my breath
But not my time
Not my time
I know it's taking too much time
ADD combined with the grind
All my life
Feelin like I'm runnin outta time
Thinkin it's gone
Happy is something that I need to find
I made a song "Finally Happy"
That was a lie
While I was making that song at night I cried
Wishing that i could be feeling the thing that im writing
But none of its real
Thinking that I am a failure
Things would be better if I could just die
Speaking my mind its how i feel
Death is a call away thinking
That im about to pick up the phone
Don't care how long it takes
I have been doing this all on my own
Dragon in my blood
But a wolf at heart like John Snow
You think it's a game
I'm coming for thrones

Written by:
Nathan Strimpel

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