Marx - #GuymerOnTour Lyrics

Ten past three, I'm late for the train
Spent the whole night wasted again
Spent so much, I been making it rain
While I'm out on the road every day is the same
Let me make one thing clear: touring is boring
The time I spend on stage, I want nowt more than
See for me it's when I get to the morning
I can't stop yawning while the day is dawning
And that's if I even have a place to stay
Pay to bay, let Mum know I'm safe today
Instead of resentment thinking that "I hate this place"
But I can't turn 'em down, can't take a break
Every single journey just blurs into one
Before it's my time to shine and I burst into song
My life lacked purpose I was searching for one
Became a deadly disciple offered service to God
How long you gone for? Oh a week or more
Know anyone in this city? Can I crash on their floor?
Will you buy a CD so I can get summat to eat?
Fifteen to a room mate I wanted some peace
I've been everywhere but seen nothing of the nation
All I know of your city is the venue and train station
The route between the two, this int a vacation
Live life to the fullest with no preparation
I used to brag I was a rapper at five
Name a place, I been there, you probably seen me live
You gotta sass it turkey, quit giving me the jive
Five hours till I arrive live at tonight's dive
There's no denying my devotion
If I had to I'd walk across the ocean
Ayo what's the commotion?
The show's dead mate, what happened to the promotion?

Any pay? Nah but exposure is great
Busy crowd yesterday, I was hoping they'd stay
I can't pay you this time but I'll have you back for sure
Should have a good crowd, encore, they'll ask for more
See these vultures give you the world in a promise
But speaking from experience they're the furthest from honest
Listen, I'd happily get paid in bong hits
If I aren't making profit then I may as well get off it
Cut through the tension with the sharpest of teeth
And display my technique on these Parknsun beats
I don't wanna hear a word from you, hardly a peep
I think I'm a rockstar, just a star in the street
Got overheads, overdrafts, no guarantees
While I'm standing there thinking how can you challenge these
Immaculate track record as an emcee
But when it comes to getting paid, can't get 10p
I can't lie, sometimes I get inspired from it
But as it stands mate, I'm f*cking tired of it
It was fun at first, but now I'm feeling hopeless
Non-stop for years and no one cared or noticed
Self-sabotaging my attempts to gain a fanbase
Soon as I come off stage, get outta my damn face
Trip over the finish line of the man's race
I need from you the same kinda passion as Stan gave

You know when airlines give you frequent flyer miles?
Trainline need to do that for me, Martin Guymer style
'Cause fronting like you're living the dream gets quite expensive
And these promoters never cover my expenses
Truth be told, if this rap shit sold
I probably be financially sound at 21 years old
But I don't, I'll never drop a tape that goes Gold
Check the hand that I rolled, damn, guess I'll fold
It's irrelevant whether the budget is available
F*ck off round the country just so I can get away from you
Play ten shows just to try and shift a tape or two
Wish I could sell these bars on pay-per-view
Is this the life I drafted up for myself?
I'm excelling very well, collecting dust on the shelf
Must be the smell, why you touchy as Hell?
Dropped three tapes this year, but how much did ya sell?
I'll be honest with you mate, f*ck all
Went on tour for World Cup, and I missed the football
Took it on the chin and I always stood tall
Poured myself a pint of Fosters, good call
It's essential that I stay upon this work flow
Just to take the piss and see how far my words go
'Cause this is fun, the ego fits like a glove
So when you see me, salute me baby, it's all love