Caught Up by Cathcart Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Feeling rushed, cuz all these kids say
What's up with the mixtape?
Will it drop soon? Why is it late?
So much dictates whether this tape's
Gonna drop June or this May
But I made this, to their dismay
And I may diss if you disgrace
But I’m gracious, I’ve got this grace
Better play this, have it displayed
In a playlist, have it displace
My diss tracks, cuz they distract
From what this track tries to get straight
Please ingest they were in jest
I’ve adjusted, I don't just diss
But when I do, not that it's just
But it's just for justice
[Chorus]
I’ve been tryna do it for a while now
Spending all these days
Making music, staying locked up in my room
And I’ve been tryna show a little style now
In a lot of ways
Taking to it, always caught up in a tune
[Hook]
I’ve been working with my blinds shut lately
And acoustic foam is plastering my walls
But I’ve been thinking maybe I’m just crazy
Do I wanna be a rapper after all?
[Verse]
Every paragraph takes a pair of graphs
Just to understand, got the upper hand, like a pair of aces
And don’t you dare rephrase it
Lose the meaning if you even paraphrase a pair of phrases
Y'all very basic, ne'er acidic
Y'all so dull, looking parasitic
I take no bull, I ain’t bearing with it
I'm noble, I'm a baron with it
Can't let parasites impair my sight
I’ve got a vision, it's why I prepare and recite
All my writtens, I’ve got some rare insight
And compositions, I wouldn't dare incite
Violence, but it's a paradox
Though I'm nice to peers, like a pair of docks
I'll still give you the boot like a pair of Docs
If you ain't got soul like you're wearing socks
Got em shook, like an epileptic
But with that reaction, get the epi-pen
Raps sicker than an epidemic
I could pen an epic with my epic pen
When I’m dead at last
If I’m notable, then I better have
Better quotables than an epigraph
And an epic laugh as my epitaph
Yeah, self-made out of twelfth grade
Keep up, I'ma speed up, tryna sell
Arenas out, and clean up like hotel maids
Speak up, I can't be up on that self-hate
I walk on eggshells, so I say help
Feel like all I do is take L’s up in grade twelve
I’m tryna gain wealth, I ain’t paid well
So I'mma raise hell if my tapes sell
[Chorus]
Cuz I’ve been tryna do it for a while now
Spending all these days
Making music, staying locked up in my room
And I’ve been tryna show a little style now
In a lot of ways
Taking to it, always caught up in a tune
[Hook]
I’ve been working with my blinds shut lately
And acoustic foam is plastering my walls
But I’ve been thinking maybe I’m just crazy
Do I wanna be a rapper after all?
Feeling rushed, cuz all these kids say
What's up with the mixtape?
Will it drop soon? Why is it late?
So much dictates whether this tape's
Gonna drop June or this May
But I made this, to their dismay
And I may diss if you disgrace
But I’m gracious, I’ve got this grace
Better play this, have it displayed
In a playlist, have it displace
My diss tracks, cuz they distract
From what this track tries to get straight
Please ingest they were in jest
I’ve adjusted, I don't just diss
But when I do, not that it's just
But it's just for justice
[Chorus]
I’ve been tryna do it for a while now
Spending all these days
Making music, staying locked up in my room
And I’ve been tryna show a little style now
In a lot of ways
Taking to it, always caught up in a tune
[Hook]
I’ve been working with my blinds shut lately
And acoustic foam is plastering my walls
But I’ve been thinking maybe I’m just crazy
Do I wanna be a rapper after all?
[Verse]
Every paragraph takes a pair of graphs
Just to understand, got the upper hand, like a pair of aces
And don’t you dare rephrase it
Lose the meaning if you even paraphrase a pair of phrases
Y'all very basic, ne'er acidic
Y'all so dull, looking parasitic
I take no bull, I ain’t bearing with it
I'm noble, I'm a baron with it
Can't let parasites impair my sight
I’ve got a vision, it's why I prepare and recite
All my writtens, I’ve got some rare insight
And compositions, I wouldn't dare incite
Violence, but it's a paradox
Though I'm nice to peers, like a pair of docks
I'll still give you the boot like a pair of Docs
If you ain't got soul like you're wearing socks
Got em shook, like an epileptic
But with that reaction, get the epi-pen
Raps sicker than an epidemic
I could pen an epic with my epic pen
When I’m dead at last
If I’m notable, then I better have
Better quotables than an epigraph
And an epic laugh as my epitaph
Yeah, self-made out of twelfth grade
Keep up, I'ma speed up, tryna sell
Arenas out, and clean up like hotel maids
Speak up, I can't be up on that self-hate
I walk on eggshells, so I say help
Feel like all I do is take L’s up in grade twelve
I’m tryna gain wealth, I ain’t paid well
So I'mma raise hell if my tapes sell
[Chorus]
Cuz I’ve been tryna do it for a while now
Spending all these days
Making music, staying locked up in my room
And I’ve been tryna show a little style now
In a lot of ways
Taking to it, always caught up in a tune
[Hook]
I’ve been working with my blinds shut lately
And acoustic foam is plastering my walls
But I’ve been thinking maybe I’m just crazy
Do I wanna be a rapper after all?