Suck It Up

I got assets I got prospects Paid all my debts But I get no credit I gotta suck it up We creatives We always find a way When a door closes We just open a vein Any idiot can try his luck and make a pitch But it has to be a traditional narrative You gotta fit the mold Or the qualifying ratios are automatically programmed to tell you “no” I gotta suck it up Can’t I meet you Or call you on the phone Won’t you talk to me You’re so remote Don’t need a fur coat Won’t splurge on surgery Just want a little space But it just seems so out of reach I’m climbing off my horse Don’t make me get down on my knees Just tell the algorithm that I can prove that I am me I gotta suck it up