Rittz - Basket Case lyrics

Self, self-pity, self-self pity
Why the fuck is everybody else giddy?
I woke up and felt shitty
Matter fact I felt the same all week
Let down like my last album
On the shelf sitting
And I think I might need
Help getting out of bed
Cause, I'm here and I keep
Spinning out of thread
I'm my own worst critic and
I gotta write a album
But, I keep hating on myself
It's like I get obsessed
Cause, I hate what I write
Say something tight
I be thinking too much wondering
What they gonna like
I don't got a lot of fans
I'm afraid that I might
Let 'em down if what I make


Don't relate to them right if it don't
Then they ain't gonna buy my record
And if my second doesn't sell
Better than the last
I'mma owe the record label cash
So, it's hard to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration sometimes
I look at what they saying online
Somebody unfollowed me and call me
Out cause I ain't respond
I'm behind on my deadline and
I got a home life
To juggle ain't no free-time
My manager clowning
"what you write another deep song?
What is it this time, your lady
Your struggle trying to be something?"
Not in the mood to write a weed song
I take the beat and give myself a
Mental beat down when I rap

I'm my own worst enemy the
Energy I have's a waste
Cause, I use it battling myself
Cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
Staring at this glass of whiskey
Wishin' I would pass away
But, I'm always wishing for the worst
Cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

I can't have conversation with rappers
I'm not an asshole to anyone unless
I have a reason to be
But God forbid if they ever had
A buzz or a name
Then they feel like we are equal
And these dudes always want
A feature for free
I try to network and help 'em out
I just gave 'em a tweet
But, I'm starting to wonder if the
Shoe was on the other foot
Would these motherfuckers do the
Same favor for me? But, on the other hand
People think I'm all famous
I ain't half as paid as you think
When I tell 'em what the price is
To get me on a record they act like it's
Too expensive just to pay me a G
And I'm starting to feel guilty
Cause, I'm known as the guy who never
Quit and never gave up his dreams
So a bunch of dudes tell me
That I gave them motivation
Not to quit and they gon' try to
Do the same thing as me but
Only difference is
I spent fifteen plus years
Studying my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y'all
Ain't got it, can't hear it
But it's blatant to me
And I don't want to hurt
Their feelings so I tell
'em that the music that they making is tight
But, your image looks bad, and you suck
And you need to give up
And you're wasting your life
And it's all my fault damn

I'm my own worst enemy the
Energy I have's a waste
Cause, I use it battling myself
Cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
Staring at this glass of whiskey
Wishin' I would pass away
But, I'm always wishing for the worst
Cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

They tell me that I need to tweet
More, but I feel kind of immature
Typing my thoughts online
Plus the fans that I got
Will probably hate me if
They knew what type of shit
That crossed my mind cause, I hate rap
Let me take that back
I just hate whack rappers for the most part
Even though I rap fast
I don't like when people try
To impress me with double-time
And they be swearing that they go so hard
They don't really even say shit
Anyone can rhyme
Thinkin' and drinkin' and sinkin'
Inside my Lincoln and think it's dope
It ain't about the speed
You gotta make it make sense
And did I mention that I
Really hate fake fans?
I don't understand how one
Minute everyone could be
On your dick and they say you hot
A year later the same fans steady be talkin'
Shit 'bout that rapper Actin'
Like they forgot that's how the shit works
First they love you, then they hate you
Then they love you again
You gotta toughen your skin
This kind of shit hurts
This music industry is dumb
Dumber than the comments on YouTube
Saying that I use the N Word? (Hell Naw)
I don't rap like that
I don't hang around white boys
Who act like that
I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad
At the world
Even I don't really have my back
When I rap it's like damn

I'm my own worst enemy the
Energy I have's a waste
Cause, I use it battling myself
Cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
Staring at this glass of whiskey
Wishin' I would pass away
But, I'm always wishing for the worst
Cause I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case