Dear Rap

Even if I could, it'll all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Dear rap, I called you but you still ain't calling
I'm still broke as fuck, still have an empty wallet
I'm trying to find ways to break through in this rap game
Even though you treated me like shit, I feel the exact same
I still struggle to make you happy every damn day
It's not a game when I tell you I feel this Max Payne
What do I gotta do to for you to notice me?
Sing like Joe to see [?]
Or maybe scream on a tape like "Oh, it's me!"
Say how much I hate these rappers and then you'll know it's me
I think you owe me an apology hip hop, no one's as cold as me
Maybe if I made a dance record you'd acknowledge me
But that's not me, guess you don't know my psychology
I can't fake a whole album, that would show I don't care
And plus I have fans that keep me cool, with cold air
I want a long-term relationship, don't you get it?
I only want you and no one else, even though you give me headaches

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even I could it'll all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad