Yeah I just need a little space
Somewhere quiet, somewhere I can find my place
Why am I tryna be something not innate
I’m watching other runners in my race when I should try to find my pace
My thoughts on paper so I can erase
Cut a hundreds songs and that’s from the last album to date
Why am I never complace'
Everything I make I always find a complaint
And I’m still never getting paid
Everybody wonders why I’m always up so late
I’m always working’s what I always say
And they don’t get it, think it’s just a waste
I’ve had dreams of being great someday
But these dreams are really starting to fade
I’ve done a lot of crazy shit in my day
And I ain’t proud of all the things that I made, like
Why am I here, what am I doing
Why am I not like a normal human
I really think my family thinks I’m stupid
I like to blame it on the drugs I was consuming
But I’m still making movies
Nobody like ‘em like they used to, like a good meme
And I’m ahead of the game
The things I made become a hit after somebody else takes ‘em
I think these days I’m feeling sane
I’m not unhappy, I just think I need a change
Do I wanna be the things that I create
These songs are labels, they all stapled to my name
So who the fuck is Chris Piché
It ain’t the shit I sign on papers for my bank
And I ain’t traveling to cities in a plane
None of my homies even wanna hit the play
But Imma keep making the strangest
‘Cause I don’t wanna be stuck doing the same shit
I don’t care if you like it or if you hate it
‘Cause this is what I love, and ain’t nothing gonna change it
We all wanna be the greatest
At times it feels like we ain’t never gonna make it
If this is what you want, don’t worry bout the paycheck
Keep your head up to the sky and stay patient