So, I am used to instant things The espresso from my coffee machine The likes to my new DP The swipes on my Tinder More right than left, I must say All instant and all at the shot of a gun So, when I do not get things instantly As I had hoped Do I crawl back into my shell? Contemplating my existence? Then again, Rome was not built in a day Nor did Col Sanders become a millionaire overnight Past generations will tell me, the wait is the key son Not understanding my getting used to instant gratification Perhaps they are right, I should persevere more Believe a little more Keep track in the process Results would follow But then who would understand I'm used to instant gratification All instant and all at the shot of a gun Just like my coffee and the swipes on Tinder More right than left, you see