JIMMY - SPEECHLESS

Verse 1
Bill collectors callin' me they want me to pay
I could tell em that i'm broke, what they want me to say?
That my rap money ain't really hittin' today?
The music industry a shit show, i hope it decays?
But anyway, i can not stress on what is out my control
I can post on social media and hope that it blows
This is the everyday life of an artist with goals
But every time that he scrolls he see an internet troll
I'ma keep it a brick with you, this shit suckin' my soul like moro
I'm just a mortal, where galactic patrol?
But every time you see me smilin', i put on a show
I feel like no one i know is really playin' they role
And in casе i don't see ya, this is jimbolini speakin'
I'm seekin' help, my mental hеalth is sinkin' to the deep end
Email a thousand therapists, they send me links to click on
Fill out a form, they say that my insurance ain't in season
And i can't seek a deacon, i'm agnostic, heart is beatin'
Now the speed is pickin' up, my anxiety is peakin'
I really want to scream and my fight is slowly leavin'
Now i'm contemplatin' suicide, a cup of bleach'll clean it

Interlude
*sips*
Ahhh
Now i'm speechless
Verse 2
You know how frustratin' that it is to be this talented then watch a weak nigga get pushed by label management
They label this alternative, alternative is
Anything without a 808 or murderin' kids
Spotify got bodies you ain't know?
Meta caught a couple bodies you ain't know?
Mhm assisted suicide at the press of button
I guess them little mothfuckas had that shit comin'
Modern day artists, hopin' you stream they songs and when
Numbers matchin' the marketing profit margins look promising
Now the labels are talkin' they harvest em, sign the dot on 'em
Now you in nigga you in, go cop a watch on em
Now the audience followin' matchin' the cops that follow em
Jumpin' out of the blue, paparazzi stalkin' em, talkin' bout
"hey what up boss, how the celeb life treatin' you?"
Yo first instinct is to take off on em
Offin' the spectators for causin' the altercation
Now tmz got yo face in the media lookin' awful
Now the irs watchin' em, any day now they gon' audit 'em
Now he feel the depression, he thought it would be impossible
How did i see the other side and feel deprived of joy?
I thought when i signed i'd feel the pride, but now i feel destroyed
Plus the hype has died and no one wants to ride for ya boy
I felt nirvana for a second, now i kurt cobain my weapon
And i—
Outro
*crowd cheers, standing ovation, reacts, whistles, encore chant*

Jimmy (on stage): thank you. thank you. give it up for our lovely cast. thank you! thank you! you've been a wonderful crowd!