Preme - The Song I Should Have Written lyrics

“[James Baldwin]: “I'm going to improvise, like a writer, on some a**umptions And, though I feel a little uneasy in doing this—and saying this—nevertheless What a writer is obliged, at some point, to realize Is that he's involved in a language Which he has to Change.” [1] He walked from just above rock bottom, to not stardom But starting to understand my problems are probably all my own And know, homie, I'm holding my own Owning my own plan like the man I was destined to be A dot desires the finer Denies the defining He lies where the diamonds you find in the rough are stuffed— No f**s given. If it's just living then live yours I'll live mine, and we'll cross courses in due time If not, then no bother, I'm hardly at odds wit it I chill—a homebody—attracted to odd women Party wit' gods—nope, not church, not a façade I read books for fun, make students out of a squad It's not a game, not the same sh** you're used to I do it cause I find it suitable – and hope you will decide it's beautiful But never my aim is to make what you want how you want when you want it I make what I like when I write. I'm alright when it's right, so I'm writing this here in this moment [Hook] So, f** what you want I write what I what I write And I'm cool. So what if you don't I like what I like I'm impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite Any space of complacency I write what I like So, f** what you want I write what I what I write And I'm cool. So what if you don't I like what I like I'm impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite Any space of complacency I write what I like [2] Every time they say, “I'm different” I hear ‘em but I don't listen I'm near ‘em, but I don't feel like we close to the same position I spit like I'm on a mission to k** ‘em. A mercenary, I hit ‘em With verses dare ‘em to stand toe-to-toe wit' me I'm ready, but they ain't really ‘bout that do it ‘cause they do it They be doing what they thinking everybody else be doing That's stupid I'm on that do what I be wanting to hear So, if you like it, then that's cool, ‘cause I got more of it here And If you don't, then that's alright, you can move on to the rear It ain't my job to make you love it if you don't, then it's clear So it's back to the black hoodie, back to the black fitted Back to the basics. Hate it or take it. It's black business It's not a game, not the same sh** you're used to I do it cause I find it suitable – and hope you will decide it's beautiful But never my aim is to make what you want how you want when you want it I make what I like when I write. I'm alright when it's right, so I'm writing this here in this moment [Hook] So, f** what you read I write what I what I write And I know, but f** what she said I like what I like I'm impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite Any space of complacency I write what I like f** what you read I write what I what I write And I know, but f** what she said I like what I like I'm impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite Any space of complacency I write what I like [3] No shade, but this rap sh**'s so played, and filled with actors And scripts it's like Hamlet, quite the cast of characters I find it precarious [look it up] I just want to do what I do, and I look at us And say, “Do it No pretense. No pre-rinse. No pretend. No free days. No weekends.” Know he spends - notes and ends - with lonely friends From the start until the dope beat ends And while I'm at it, that's Preme on the track, give him a hand for Keys, strings, kick drum, snare—it's just a sample Of what I'm saying we do, and we got ample Ammo Joe, we cool like a pack of Camels It's not a game, not the same sh** you're used to I do it cause I find it suitable – and hope you will decide it's beautiful But never my aim is to make what you want how you want when you want it I make what I like when I write. I'm alright when it's right, so I'm writing this here in this moment . [Hook] So, f** what you think I write what I what I write Do you. Drink what you drink I like what I like I'm impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite Any space of complacency I write what I like f** what you think I write what I what I write Do you. Drink what you drink I like what I like I'm impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite Any space of complacency I write what I like [James Baldwin]: “I dropped into a silence In which I heard—for the first time really heard—and began to be able to try to deal with The beat Of the language of the people who had produced me… I was able to hear that music….””