One day you're finding me face down
I got a few self destructive tendencies; I aint proud
I've never found a way out. Never felt comfortable
Sitting round at a mates house. Everything is grey clouds
Chasing happiness, though I don't what happy is
Done with stacking chips - I'm not happy up in the Rapping biz
Homie that's the legit. I worry all the time
Money's on my mind. In Darkness; The sun does it doesn't shine
Still I cover up my eyes. I Don't wanna shed a tear
Cover up the fact that my dad was never here
It's like i'm stuck in second gear. Never make it to the finish line
Only time that I feel alive's when I grip the mic
Bitches wanna strip my stripes. Can't reply coz i'm busy living out the shittest life
If you wanna talk shit homie pick a side. I don't look like this coz I didn't fight
I'm a different type
I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades
But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face
Been trying to write a positive tune
Everything is negative because of my mood
At a stage where I got nothing to lose
I can't count how many times i've nearly jumped in a noose
I'm f*cking confused. The games changed, no one wants to make change
All they do is chase fame. Pain is what they maintain
There's no Human progression. Theres no Truth in our lessons
Heres a brutal confession educations used as a weapon
A weapon thats designed to keep us quiet
Quiet bout the pyramids - they've got some secrets hiding
I can't face to work a nine to five Im writting rhymes until Im f*cking tired
Normal jobs will leave me uninspired. Afraid, afraid I'm running out of patience
My music better take off - I wonder if imma make it
When i'm making all this music it's making me feel much better
It's that metaphorical sun no matter the f*cking weather
Weather or not I make it I know I really gotta do this
Focus on your tunes homie focus on your music
I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades
But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face
Been trying to write a positive tune
Everything is negative because of my mood
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One day you're finding me face down
I got a few self destructive tendencies; I aint proud
I've never found a way out. Never felt comfortable
Sitting round at a mates house. Everything is grey clouds
Chasing happiness, though I don't what happy is
Done with stacking chips - I'm not happy up in the Rapping biz
Homie that's the legit. I worry all the time
Money's on my mind. In Darkness; The sun does it doesn't shine
Still I cover up my eyes. I Don't wanna shed a tear
Cover up the fact that my dad was never here
It's like i'm stuck in second gear. Never make it to the finish line
Only time that I feel alive's when I grip the mic
Bitches wanna strip my stripes. Can't reply coz i'm busy living out the shittest life
If you wanna talk shit homie pick a side. I don't look like this coz I didn't fight
I'm a different type
I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades
But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face
Been trying to write a positive tune
Everything is negative because of my mood
At a stage where I got nothing to lose
I can't count how many times i've nearly jumped in a noose
I'm f*cking confused. The games changed, no one wants to make change
All they do is chase fame. Pain is what they maintain
There's no Human progression. Theres no Truth in our lessons
Heres a brutal confession educations used as a weapon
A weapon thats designed to keep us quiet
Quiet bout the pyramids - they've got some secrets hiding
I can't face to work a nine to five Im writting rhymes until Im f*cking tired
Normal jobs will leave me uninspired. Afraid, afraid I'm running out of patience
My music better take off - I wonder if imma make it
When i'm making all this music it's making me feel much better
It's that metaphorical sun no matter the f*cking weather
Weather or not I make it I know I really gotta do this
Focus on your tunes homie focus on your music
I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades
But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face
Been trying to write a positive tune
Everything is negative because of my mood
I got a few self destructive tendencies; I aint proud
I've never found a way out. Never felt comfortable
Sitting round at a mates house. Everything is grey clouds
Chasing happiness, though I don't what happy is
Done with stacking chips - I'm not happy up in the Rapping biz
Homie that's the legit. I worry all the time
Money's on my mind. In Darkness; The sun does it doesn't shine
Still I cover up my eyes. I Don't wanna shed a tear
Cover up the fact that my dad was never here
It's like i'm stuck in second gear. Never make it to the finish line
Only time that I feel alive's when I grip the mic
Bitches wanna strip my stripes. Can't reply coz i'm busy living out the shittest life
If you wanna talk shit homie pick a side. I don't look like this coz I didn't fight
I'm a different type
I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades
But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face
Been trying to write a positive tune
Everything is negative because of my mood
At a stage where I got nothing to lose
I can't count how many times i've nearly jumped in a noose
I'm f*cking confused. The games changed, no one wants to make change
All they do is chase fame. Pain is what they maintain
There's no Human progression. Theres no Truth in our lessons
Heres a brutal confession educations used as a weapon
A weapon thats designed to keep us quiet
Quiet bout the pyramids - they've got some secrets hiding
I can't face to work a nine to five Im writting rhymes until Im f*cking tired
Normal jobs will leave me uninspired. Afraid, afraid I'm running out of patience
My music better take off - I wonder if imma make it
When i'm making all this music it's making me feel much better
It's that metaphorical sun no matter the f*cking weather
Weather or not I make it I know I really gotta do this
Focus on your tunes homie focus on your music
I don't wanna make songs about the razor blades
But it's the only way I cope with all the pain I face
Been trying to write a positive tune
Everything is negative because of my mood
Writer: Sebastian Lambert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid