Fuck An Apology by Jon Ochoa Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Penny for my thoughts and this songs a couple grand
The devils not a rumor he’s the whole fucking band
Take off your hat, lost mine a couple months back
Now that I remember lost my mind a couple months back
Fuck a devil’s advocate the devil is my advocate
I’ll be goddamned if I ain’t the sole protagonist
Don’t give up your day job cause your songs are all inadequate
When it comes to doing this I am the only candidate
Life’s a bitter pill so I got that girl a better one
Just to make sure that we both make it out the month
Curiosity killed the cat, that’s how we met
Feeling like Quas, tell your girl I ain’t finished yet
Everything that glitters ain’t gold but I’m worth more
You ain’t bout the competition, what the fuck you rap for?
Ain’t competing with you I’m competing with time
I’m competing with myself every time that I rhyme
Mad kid in a good city, opposite of K. Lamar
No in-depth bars but I’ll still play the part
We’re not on par that’s a long shot by far
These words cut deep but these actions tend to scar
[Break]
See if that came out in the recording
[Verse 2]
First tape was a mess, this my new introduction
I won’t take interruptions, and I won’t hear instructions
Trynna tell me what to do as if you had your own wave
As if you didn’t leave the game just as fast as you came
And if there’s no one left to blame try your own name?
See the details in the days and the path that I paved
So place no doubt on my skill as I aim
From the womb till the tomb, I’ll be rapping till my grave
Tend to check my pulse to make sure I’m still breathing
And I tend to get better to make sure you’re still bleeding
We are not contemporaries, far from even
You’re barely arriving and I’m already leaving
[Verse 1]
Penny for my thoughts and this songs a couple grand
The devils not a rumor he’s the whole fucking band
Take off your hat, lost mine a couple months back
Now that I remember lost my mind a couple months back
Fuck a devil’s advocate the devil is my advocate
I’ll be goddamned if I ain’t the sole protagonist
Don’t give up your day job cause your songs are all inadequate
When it comes to doing this I am the only candidate
Life’s a bitter pill so I got that girl a better one
Just to make sure that we both make it out the month
Curiosity killed the cat, that’s how we met
Feeling like Quas, tell your girl I ain’t finished yet
Everything that glitters ain’t gold but I’m worth more
You ain’t bout the competition, what the fuck you rap for?
Ain’t competing with you I’m competing with time
I’m competing with myself every time that I rhyme
Mad kid in a good city, opposite of K. Lamar
No in-depth bars but I’ll still play the part
We’re not on par that’s a long shot by far
These words cut deep but these actions tend to scar
[Break]
See if that came out in the recording
[Verse 2]
First tape was a mess, this my new introduction
I won’t take interruptions, and I won’t hear instructions
Trynna tell me what to do as if you had your own wave
As if you didn’t leave the game just as fast as you came
And if there’s no one left to blame try your own name?
See the details in the days and the path that I paved
So place no doubt on my skill as I aim
From the womb till the tomb, I’ll be rapping till my grave
Tend to check my pulse to make sure I’m still breathing
And I tend to get better to make sure you’re still bleeding
We are not contemporaries, far from even
You’re barely arriving and I’m already leaving