Ratchet - 101 lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Ratchetness] Me and my conscious is acting a bit obnoxious for Apologetic synthetic reasons you looking cautious Flowing off the beat and I'm streaming straight through the faucet With my currents getting heavy unsteady, you feeling nauseous Drowning from the causing, acting like I caused it My mindset's in control, remotely would've lost it Playing back insanity, I'm wishing I could stop it From the rewinds, plays, fast forwards, and always pausing Huh, funny how I feel ejected Elected for facing fears of being rejected Confidence is critical, though bad habits seem cyclical For consequences an*lytically hand selected Annually face dejection, working hard as I left it I Start without a finish, *pause* I should've kept it Continue off the pressure, headlines I'd stress it And what's News to me, when I never want to press it On, opportunity long gone As I'm hopeless in reverse going worse to wrong Heavy as I feel from what I've brung along As my pin down writing messages as strong Tag along with familiar faces Reminiscing similar cases From different places, we back and forth it off like pong And kick it as you play this song Hate to inform this is the final storm Avert the negatives as I invert in right form Positive thoughts withdrawal from deposits Watch it as it's lost as if I live in the norm My heart's apart as it's torn Little did you know you thought my flow be as explicit as p**n, nah Sharing off the thoughts that I sworn Swear I got potential hope to see what's in store Sold out when it rains it pours As I'm drenched in shame, it soaks in my pores Spitting out from mediocrity to poor As my mind says "you ain't got things to fight for" "You can kiss your dreams goodbye, and slam shut the door" "As if your fans care, where? See where that imports" "And exports retorts, 'your monotone just bores" I wanna fight it off yet giving in like it's not important Sinister, offset the listener Priming off priorities, prime with no minister Assisting in no smack talk, waiting till I talk smack, lacking in packing as if I'm acting like I made it Strap on, with the lack of daze it I'm looking at the others as the kings, I would praise it Feeling envy I won't save it, I guess I hate the fact that my stubborn conscious would just want it for the taking It's in my own words, don't worry, I know I'm not the one to be I would could, and should hope that you put trust in me With the success that I have, talent or luck it must be Appreciation either way, you leave me dusting Ego is rusty, or never antique at all I'm preparing for my rise and fall Lastly, believe in myself But first, I have to accept myself...