SoundLikeMe! Lyrics

I tried to write some new shit. It didn't sound like me

Yeah, it sounded like Orion Sun's song concrete

Yeah, it had the melody and everything, low-key

Even now, I can feel the flow creeping through the rhyme scheme

And the rhyme scheme is something identical entirely

Why try to shit on artists for lack of variety

When I don't have a style that can't be found in a Variety Magazine

Might as well cover the song in its entirety

I thought that I would never care

I thought that I could make song and never care if it was never shared

But now I'm fuckin' scared. I'm fucking terrified

I almost got hit by a car! I could've fuckin' died

Without accomplishing what I wanted to do in life

Could've left the world without so much as one goodbye

Just a bloody mess and baggage that I to bring to God

And all I'd think to say to Him is "hey, at least I fucking tried!" I mean

That's what matters, right

But it's not enough

What if people hear Dead Air and try to call my bluff

What if this is all I got and it's not up to snuff

And all of this amounts to me just catering a dinner rush

I'm cleaning all these dinner plates just wishin' I could make the cut

I'm using all the elbow grease to scrub away the fuckin sludge

I ventilate the brain to try and air out all the fuckin dust

And even then I seem to have the same problems surface when

I write some new shit. It doesn't sound like me

Yeah, it sounds like the song, JET, by Cities Aviv

Yeah, I looped my first sample just from hearing that beat

And now the inspiration's holding up a song about me

Tryna justify breaking off a friendship like it had to be

Why shit on other artists for their shitty tragedies

When every song I make about us just equates to texts like, "are you mad at me?"

I might as well just let the friendship atrophy

It's crazy, thinking I can't be the greatest if nobody hates me

I can make a million songs and still think that I'm lazy

I can't take a breath until I best the ones who raised me

Can't relax until my life is someone's else's daydream

I'm in fucked up shape

I'm in a fortress of my making thinking shit won't change

I think my work amounts to nothing if I don't get paid

And I'm no good at nothing else so guess I can't be saved

Guess I'm stuck right here, as I am right now

Gonna die like this because there's no way out

Guess I'll go fuck myself, guess I'll shut my mouth

'Cuz what's the point of tryna make a mark to be buffed out

I got good hand dealt, I had things planned out

But it's too late now, I took the wrong damn route

I'm just an NPC, I'm just a face in the crowd

So when I scream out loud you don't hear new sounds

You just hear some old shit that doesn't sound like me

A bunch of pieces from every artist I wanna be

Melodies and rhyme schemes they all splitting at the seams

As I try keep the stitches closed so they don't see me bleed

I'm a problem, the opposite of creative integrity

Cry the world a river while some would kill for my pedigree

I used to never lay the blame but now these days my brain can never let it be

Pursuing this music will be the end of me, fuck