Chorus:

I'm in love with this craft

Kill me if I don't have a chance

For it to love me

My lust for this is down bad

How sad, I'll be found

Searching for money

Verse 1:

This ain't spaz rap this time

Or jazz rap with mind

Conscious rap, all my nerves

That's creeping all up my spine

This the solstice

The zenith of my career

I'm just hoping that I don't

Fall down to my nadir

Using tier 3 vocab

But I never paid attention in English

Like Marley, my optimism

Was fucking dead to begin with

But my love for the flows and rhymes

Has always just glowed and shined

It's grown through time

And given the opportunity to open and rise

Chorus:

I'm in love with this craft

Kill me if I don't have a chance

For it to love me

My lust for this is down bad

How sad, I'll be found

Searching for money

Verse 2:

I'm cramped in this hall like the Wishroom

Stuck in this bitch with the symptoms

Of heartbreak, this outbreak

Leaves me a victim, shit is a rhythm

Stuck in this repeating cycle

It's like a headline, a misleading title

Going further down, it just seems to spiral

You're just being idle trying to beat the rivals

Didn't know there was competition

Over the best musical composition

Now the opposition leave you want to finish

These young musicians are like politicians

And my goal is to make them resign

Yeah, you bring a surprise like you came from behind

This is a sign my flow wavy like synthesis

I could rap all my life, this shit infinite

Hook:

I'm in love with this craft

Kill me, if I don't have a chance

For it to love me

My lust for this is down bad

How sad, I'll be found

Searching for money