Basket Case Lyrics - Next To Nothing - Rittz

Self, self-pity, self-self pity 

Why the fuck is everybody else giddy? 

I woke up and felt shitty 

Matter fact I've felt the same all week 

Let down on 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 on a thread 

I'm my own worst critic, and I gotta write a album 

But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get obsessed 

Cause I hate what I write, say-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 sayin' online 

Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't respond 

I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home life 

To juggle ain't no free-time 

My manager callin' up, "what you got another deep song? 

What is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?" 

Not in the mood to write a weed song 

I'm sitting giving myself a mental beat-down when I rap 

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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 

Lookin' 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 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 I 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 as paid as you think, when I tell 'em the price is 

To get me on a record they are 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 I'm watching dudes tell me that I gave 'em motivation 

Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same thing as me but 

Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs 

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So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me 

And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they makin' 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 

They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my thoughts online 

Plus some fans that I got would 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, thinking that drinking and synching 

The song I'm making, them figures 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 fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the 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 kinda shit hurts 

This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube 

Sayin' 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