Not Really Ready Songtext
von Sam Snook

I′m scared of failing
Time limit looming, it's intimidating
What will you all think
The thought of missing is humiliating

I′m not really ready, almost at the end already
So much time have passed, it's been too fast, I don't feel steady
I wish I could say that it′s been a laugh, but this song is way too edgy
I wake up, hope for some ideas but I can′t think of any

I'm not really ready, cos songwriting is deadly
It′s coming out cringe, every lyric I sing, my own brain fights against me
Every day sitting there wondering if my bars are a bit too heavy
Overthink the, interlink the rhymes like my song's sublime and I′m in my prime


I'm scared of failing
Time limit looming, it′s intimidating
What will you all think
The thought of missing is humiliating
You can do your thing
But the deadline coming close is nauseating
When I do my thing
I don't wanna let you down or keep you waiting

Late nights every night, I keep at the grind despite the fact that I cannot
Write for the life of me it seems but it's alright because tonight′s the
Night, or it′s not and I'm filled with fright for the life that′s just ahead of me
Cos without my music what have I got? Well, let's just wait and see

Now I′ll rhyme with the E, transition so smooth like a lock and a key that fits
I can choose the linguistics, bend the words, but without my ideas I'm pretty much dead in a hearse
I can′t finish a verse, scrapped this song then I did a reverse
Maybe I'll scrap it again 'cos I hate what I create I′m not feeling great, never thinking straight, oh

I′m not really ready, almost at the end already
I can't even think of anything else that rhymes with ready
Trying so hard every single day but time ticks on and slips away
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday


I′m scared of failing
Time limit looming, it's intimidating
What will you all think
The thought of missing is humiliating (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday)
You can do your thing
But the deadline coming close is nauseating
When I do my thing
I don′t wanna let you down or keep you waiting (I'm not really ready, I′m not really ready)