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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Christopher Cunningham
Jacob Christopher Cunningham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Robert Guyton
James Robert Guyton
Producer
Zachary Tyler Koval
Zachary Tyler Koval
Recording Engineer

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I get a Zenkai boost every time that I'm fired Looping beats on repeat while I sleep and hope I wake up inspired Tired, whether I rest or not it's all the same Get depressed and make Rorschach tests out of coffee stains Awesome, jumping jobs like there's bets on How swiftly I can get fired then hired at the next one Be lying if I said that I'm trying my best for these breadcrumbs But sitting behind a register ain't where I get respect from I only got one life to live my best one So I ain't got time to be sitting idly focused on my regrets, hon I'm living to get in a billion ears, so I can be living a million years I'll try everything once provided it's fun, let's jet son So maybe no one knows my name, but when they find my lines It's like they spent their life awaiting my arrival this entire time I'm an unrivaled dude even if only inside my mind And I will rhyme for food from nine to five, aight? Who'd have thought an anomaly like this can occur? Transferring a handful of candid words till the canvas burst I'm swimming upstream like a salmon herd I guess I'm just a professional amateur So don't go opening no can of worms you can't reverse If you think you a man-eater then Gambit is the manticore Faked death and showed late to the medical examiner I guess I'm just a professional amateur So catch me landing off the chandelier and banister You boss me what to do I'll gloss over you like a manicure Shouldn't have hired my weed guy as my manager I guess I'm just a professional amateur So if just as a test of stamina I'll row my own boat alone around the planet's diameter Maybe I shoulda been a janitor I guess I'm just a professional a— Driving three hours to rap three minutes is nothing new to me They tell me you should be thanking us for the opportunity Making every venue money and revenue Funnily never viewing any minute sum of it, making nothing from it Because I brought it for the love of it That's what I thought as I bought another pitcher full of petrol for the trip I guess I'm still looking for closure Once I figured out I wasn't allowed to pay my fuckin' bills with exposure Let's get a close-up with who everybody came to see And it ain't me, but hey, maybe some day it'll be Painfully plain to see ain't no way I'm made to make the scene But I can use my brain to make believe, say cheese It stays remaining the same but there must be purity In mustering music just to debut it in obscurity Plus it surely means the earth to see you smile So when I get on the mic it's worth the while, for a while But who'd have thought an anomaly like this can occur? Transferring a handful of candid words till the canvas burst I'm swimming upstream like a salmon herd I guess I'm just a professional amateur So don't go opening no can of worms you can't reverse If you think you a man-eater then Gambit is the manticore Faked death and showed late to the medical examiner I guess I'm just a professional amateur So catch me landing off the chandelier and banister You boss me what to do I'll gloss over you like a manicure Shouldn't have hired my granddad as my manager I guess I'm just a professional amateur So if just as a test of stamina I'll row my own boat alone around the planet's diameter Check the iambic pentameter Man I guess I'm just a professional amateur The weight of my empty pockets allows me to effortlessly drift around No longer restricted, bound by pointless expectation One fist in the sky and two feet on the ground I keep breathing, my heart beating and pounding, singing the rhythm of creation We are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams We are the ones who understand what truly being human means Us, the amalgamation of undervalued artists of countless nations Who smile for smile's sake and stay creating for the sake of creation You, with the universes inside of your mind intertwined and unwinding Guiding the stroke of the brush upon the canvas You, the revolutionary oft construed a nuisance Or useless when what you do's the buried treasure of Atlantis You, the fine observer of life and Earth The divine proprietor, writer of words who shake the heavens as the planets turn We're here to celebrate life and create it likewise So blessings to you and the rest of you professional amateurs I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur I guess I'm just a professional amateur
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