Look at What She Wrote

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

"I'm cringing at myself right now"

Emerson Vernon

 

If I could write good music, man, I'd love to make an album

Maybe I'd be lucky and I'd see it rise to platinum

Name the first one Love Sick Junkie, send it to my exes

And hidden in the lyrics I'd be airin' all my vexes

 

If I could write good lyrics then you'd bet I'd drop a hit

My eyes begin to tear up when I start to think of it

I'd flame the haters, praise the fans, send some money to my mama

I got a lot to write about, my life's been full of drama

 

If I could write a track to spread some ******* hope

If I could write a verse that'd throw away my woes

They'd be talking 'bout it saying "look at what she wrote"

Maybe they'd adore me; I'd be more than just a joke

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

They'd be like

"Yo! Listen to this track she dropped some wicked notes!"

"I hope we can make it to her next sell-out show!"

"When I hear her music, man, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard her album, man, it made me cut the rope"

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

I can't write good music

Don't know how to do it

My lyrics are nonsense

My rhythm's a mess

 

My manic depression

All my obsessions

And all of the lessons

I learn from Reflection

Would be used like a weapon

In the form of expression

There is no exception

To who'd hear my message

 

If I could write an album, girl, I'd sell some crazy bars

I'd be at the dealership browsin' all dem fancy cars

And when my sis needs a wip she'll get the latest model

If I had the money, man, all my littles I would coddle

 

Family first, we've seen the worst, I'll lift the curse, they'll worry 'bout no 'conomy 

Returnin' blessin's I've been given, representin' family livin', this is what they mean to me

I may get proud, I'll stay humble now, I won't be lost in my gravity

 

If I could write a track to spread some ******* hope

If I could write a verse that'd throw away my woes

They'd be talking 'bout it saying "look at what she wrote"

Maybe they'd adore me; I'd be more than just a joke

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

They'd be like

"Bro! Listen to this track she dropped some wicked notes!"

"I hope we can make it to her next sell-out show!"

"When I hear her music, sis, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard her album, couz, it made me cut the rope"

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

I can't write good music

Don't know how to do it

My lyrics are nonsense

My rhythm's a mess

 

My manic depression

All my obsessions

And all of the lessons

I learn from Reflection

Would be used like a weapon

In the form of expression

There is no exception

To who'd hear my message

 

No doubt I'd feed my ego

Prolly wrong to be called a hero

I got vices, man, though, I'm not evil

But maybe not a good role model either

Y'know I like to slip away sinking in the ether

 

I like to get high, smoke a little herb

Buzzing up my mind then I'll find some better words

It makes me pretty honest, helps me be a little bolder

Might not care 'bout what I say, then guys'll whisper over shoulders, sayin'

 

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

They'd be all like,

"Bro! Her latest hit makes her out to be a hoe!"

"She's tryna be like Cardi B now she's just a joke!"

"Feminism is in crisis, guess she's just gone woke"

 

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

But the ladies yeah they'd hear me yeah they'd go like,

"Woah! She's an inspiration they should read between the lines!"

"She's talkin' bout these problems cuz she knows she isn't fine!"

"When I think about it all those problems sound like mine"

"Her lyrics 'bout society, they really read my mind"

 

"Look at what she wrote!"

"Look at what she wrote!"

 

If I could write a track to spread some ******* hope

If I could write a verse that'd throw away my woes

They'd be talking 'bout it saying "look at what she wrote"

Maybe they'd adore me; I'd be more than just a joke

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

They'd be like

"Yo! Listen to this track she dropped some wicked notes!"

"I hope we can make it to her next sell-out show!"

"When I hear her music, man, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard her album, man, it made me cut the rope"

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

I can't write good music

Don't know how to do it

My lyrics are nonsense

My rhythm's a mess

 

My manic depression

All my obsessions

And all of the lessons

I learn from Reflection

Would be used like a weapon

In the form of expression

There is no exception

To who'd hear my message

 

Ever since I was a kid I've always had this dream

Of being up, on a stage, singin' what I really mean

Used to sing at talent shows, never felt more alive

Then my voice dropped, what a bitch, now I couldn't save my life

 

if I had to keep a note, yeah I guess I'd have to die

I used to keep a high note, when I felt I was alive

 

Maybe if I had some blockers I could drop a hit

I hate sounding trans and I miss sounding cis

If I sing about those things my ratings they would dip

Though my words may grow another's sense of confidence

 

They could hear my lyrics and know what I mean

It would be a dream to make others feel so seen 

I'm an underdog yeah I started from the bottom

Real ones will know it when they hear my RezRat album

 

They'll go

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

"She grew up in a trailer park just like Eminem"

"She sounds a lot like Guardin, man, I'm his biggest fan"

"When she gets emotional she kinda sounds like Ren"

"Just like Tyler Joseph, she's an Addict with a Pen"

 

"It's obvious she takes from Lund when she sings she's Broken"

"When she Cries Into The Baseline she reminds me of Sleep Token"

"When she gets a little raunchy, she gives Jon Bellion"

"And she sings about her sisters like Alec Benjamin"

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

If I could write a track to spread some ******* hope

If I could write a verse that'd throw away my woes

They'd be talking 'bout it saying "look at what she wrote"

Maybe they'd adore me; I'd be more than just a joke

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

They'd be like

"Yo! Listen to this track she dropped some wicked notes!"

"I hope we can make it to her next sell-out show!"

"When I hear her music, man, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard her album, man, it made me cut the rope"

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

 

I can't write good music

Could learn how to do it

I've been wanting forever

I know that I'm clever

 

My mental affliction 

Won't be an addiction 

That stops my conviction 

To mold my perception

In the form of a weapon 

That spreads no deception

When I sing out my lessons 

To who hear my message

 

If I could write good lyrics maybe then I'd have a way

To word a painful breakup and walk away okay

Maybe I'll sound nasty, but others will relate

I'd have a secret sect of fans made of folks I used to date

 

If I could write good music, I'd dedicate an album

To Grant, Kary, Lizzy, Anon too; on the cover a Semicolon

When I got the news 'bou two of you I Sat Up The Whole Night Cryin'

Lizzy, Anon, you survived, I will learn How to Save a Life

If I do I'll write a song for everyone who's plagued with strife

 

Maybe they'll go

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

"Yo! This song's about a breakup, but it makes me want to dance!"

"She drops a sad beat that gives a lot of Brakence"

"These lyrics are a way for her to grieve away her pain"

"So many people hurt her, I wonder what they gained?"

 

Grant and Kary, yeah I'd sing abou' them every single day

Can't help but cry and weep for them when I hear The Fray

Sis, I think about the pills from that dreadful day

When I send this song to 'non, I wonder what she'll say

 

I hope she goes

"Yo! In this track you wrote I think you dropped some wicked notes!"

"Some day I'm gonna see ya at your first sell-out show!

"When I hear your music, sis, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard your album, Keia, I chose to cut the rope"

 

"Look at what you wrote"

"Look at what you wrote"

 

I can't write good music (I can't write good music)

I can't write good music (could learn how to do it)

Won't use AI to do it (I'd rather sound cringy)

Would rather my lyrics be nonsense (I know that I'm clever)

If it means they're authentic (I'll forever endeavor)

 

They'll sound so much better (To be something better)

No matter the weather (Until it gets better)

 

My manic depression (My mental affliction)

All my obsessions (Won't be an addiction)

And all of the lessons (That stops my conviction)

I learn from Reflection (To mold my perception)

Would be used like a weapon (To the form of a weapon)

In the form of expression (That spreads no deception)

There is no exception (When I sing out my lessons)

To who'd hear my message (To who hear my message)

 

And they'll go (And they'll go)

 

"Yo"

"Listen to this song playing on the radio"

"I heard about this artist 'bout a week ago"

"Keia's up and coming let's get tickets to her show"

"She'll play today at the Cain's it'd be rad to go"

 

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

"Yo! Listen to this track she dropped some wicked notes!"

"I hope we can make it to her next sell-out show!"

"When I hear her music, man, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard her album, man, it made me cut the rope"

 

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

"Bro! Listen to this track she dropped some wicked notes!"

"I hope we can make it to her next sell-out show!"

"When I hear her music, sis, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard her album, couz, it made me cut the rope"

 

"Look at what she wrote"

"Look at what she wrote"

 

"Yo! In this track you wrote I think you dropped some wicked notes!"

"Some day I'm gonna see ya at your first sell-out show!"

"When I hear your music, sis, it gives me ******* hope"

"When I heard your album, Keia, I chose to cut the rope"

 

"Look at what you wrote"

"Look at what you wrote"

 

If I could write a track to spread some ******* hope

If I could write a verse that'd throw away my woes

They'd be talking 'bout it saying "look at what she wrote"

Maybe they'd adore me; I'd be more than just a joke

 

Look at what she wrote

Look at what she wrote

It gives me ******* hope

It helps me cut the rope 

Look at what I wrote

Look at what I wrote

 

"But, um, my depression is, um, I think because of my empathy for humanity, and I'm afraid I'm much too emotional, uh, to be an artist, really, and, um, to be a really good one"

Marvin Gaye