Dreams for the poor
Man we run for their lives
While you scheme for a sure salary
And safe pay at the end of the month
Corporate lifestyle never really saved us son
Saved up and spent it all on bottles of rum
Big bags of green to make sure I'm keen
And keep the melodies on the run
Know what I got this cash for
We went to hell and back
And since you asked for it
Imma spit a verse for you
Never missed a pass
Didn't think I'd last
Last year almost gave up began snorting fast
Sold a couple grams just to make the dream last
But the chemicals fade in time and the pain lasts
And when You look at my brain
Have I really gone insane
Do I really need the fame
Do I really miss the man
That I used to be
I guess I joined a program I used to hate to see
But the music is everywhere that I wanted to be
Painted boldly on my soul like it was meant to be
Yeah we a different bread
Existing purely on the dream of making it big
But sometimes I sit and wonder if I'd ever add up to shit
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
I hope all you people can hear me
I mean this shit sincerely
I came to make some changes in the remedy
The pain painted on a melody
You wonder if he hadn't been dead if he'd fill in on the melodies
Now that's some real shit coming out
I never tend to pout accept when arracks got the best of me
Rest in peace
To Amaradeva now that's a legacy
I praise legends since they brought out the best in me
Now in front a mic I'm yelling out
They say I got a big chance of blowing up in the south
But how much longer does a brother need to rough it out
Puff joints for days
KG to taste
It's been too long that I've been lost in my ways
Maybe it's time to you heard the truth and everything that we made of
Thinking bout how far we came off
Selling grams on the street to stealing hearts up on a beat
Everything that were made of
Everybody sing
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
How long till we make it out
How come we don't get to pout
How much of money you make
Won't matter when the guns to your face
Haven't met my mother for days
I'm drowning in women
And swimming in fate
Buried a homie today
Man life is a test that we are all going to fail
Now light up a couple, we roll
Pour up a double, we go
Caught up in making the dough
Witnessed the scene getting cold
You running for shelter I'm ducking these ghosts
Muting the voice in my head
If not I swear I'd be dead
Let out the love that we spread
Blow up a heavy grenade
Welcome to our day to day
You loving this rave
I think that I'm still lost in my ways
Snorting to forget the pain
I'm coughing up blood and the mirror gets stained
Looking for trust that they never display
And I've been afraid
I've tried to change
I've looked for reason for going insane
But the seasons never treat you the same
Still been at it since the day we came
And that's how we brain
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
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Dreams for the poor
Man we run for their lives
While you scheme for a sure salary
And safe pay at the end of the month
Corporate lifestyle never really saved us son
Saved up and spent it all on bottles of rum
Big bags of green to make sure I'm keen
And keep the melodies on the run
Know what I got this cash for
We went to hell and back
And since you asked for it
Imma spit a verse for you
Never missed a pass
Didn't think I'd last
Last year almost gave up began snorting fast
Sold a couple grams just to make the dream last
But the chemicals fade in time and the pain lasts
And when You look at my brain
Have I really gone insane
Do I really need the fame
Do I really miss the man
That I used to be
I guess I joined a program I used to hate to see
But the music is everywhere that I wanted to be
Painted boldly on my soul like it was meant to be
Yeah we a different bread
Existing purely on the dream of making it big
But sometimes I sit and wonder if I'd ever add up to shit
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
I hope all you people can hear me
I mean this shit sincerely
I came to make some changes in the remedy
The pain painted on a melody
You wonder if he hadn't been dead if he'd fill in on the melodies
Now that's some real shit coming out
I never tend to pout accept when arracks got the best of me
Rest in peace
To Amaradeva now that's a legacy
I praise legends since they brought out the best in me
Now in front a mic I'm yelling out
They say I got a big chance of blowing up in the south
But how much longer does a brother need to rough it out
Puff joints for days
KG to taste
It's been too long that I've been lost in my ways
Maybe it's time to you heard the truth and everything that we made of
Thinking bout how far we came off
Selling grams on the street to stealing hearts up on a beat
Everything that were made of
Everybody sing
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
How long till we make it out
How come we don't get to pout
How much of money you make
Won't matter when the guns to your face
Haven't met my mother for days
I'm drowning in women
And swimming in fate
Buried a homie today
Man life is a test that we are all going to fail
Now light up a couple, we roll
Pour up a double, we go
Caught up in making the dough
Witnessed the scene getting cold
You running for shelter I'm ducking these ghosts
Muting the voice in my head
If not I swear I'd be dead
Let out the love that we spread
Blow up a heavy grenade
Welcome to our day to day
You loving this rave
I think that I'm still lost in my ways
Snorting to forget the pain
I'm coughing up blood and the mirror gets stained
Looking for trust that they never display
And I've been afraid
I've tried to change
I've looked for reason for going insane
But the seasons never treat you the same
Still been at it since the day we came
And that's how we brain
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Man we run for their lives
While you scheme for a sure salary
And safe pay at the end of the month
Corporate lifestyle never really saved us son
Saved up and spent it all on bottles of rum
Big bags of green to make sure I'm keen
And keep the melodies on the run
Know what I got this cash for
We went to hell and back
And since you asked for it
Imma spit a verse for you
Never missed a pass
Didn't think I'd last
Last year almost gave up began snorting fast
Sold a couple grams just to make the dream last
But the chemicals fade in time and the pain lasts
And when You look at my brain
Have I really gone insane
Do I really need the fame
Do I really miss the man
That I used to be
I guess I joined a program I used to hate to see
But the music is everywhere that I wanted to be
Painted boldly on my soul like it was meant to be
Yeah we a different bread
Existing purely on the dream of making it big
But sometimes I sit and wonder if I'd ever add up to shit
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
I hope all you people can hear me
I mean this shit sincerely
I came to make some changes in the remedy
The pain painted on a melody
You wonder if he hadn't been dead if he'd fill in on the melodies
Now that's some real shit coming out
I never tend to pout accept when arracks got the best of me
Rest in peace
To Amaradeva now that's a legacy
I praise legends since they brought out the best in me
Now in front a mic I'm yelling out
They say I got a big chance of blowing up in the south
But how much longer does a brother need to rough it out
Puff joints for days
KG to taste
It's been too long that I've been lost in my ways
Maybe it's time to you heard the truth and everything that we made of
Thinking bout how far we came off
Selling grams on the street to stealing hearts up on a beat
Everything that were made of
Everybody sing
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
How long till we make it out
How come we don't get to pout
How much of money you make
Won't matter when the guns to your face
Haven't met my mother for days
I'm drowning in women
And swimming in fate
Buried a homie today
Man life is a test that we are all going to fail
Now light up a couple, we roll
Pour up a double, we go
Caught up in making the dough
Witnessed the scene getting cold
You running for shelter I'm ducking these ghosts
Muting the voice in my head
If not I swear I'd be dead
Let out the love that we spread
Blow up a heavy grenade
Welcome to our day to day
You loving this rave
I think that I'm still lost in my ways
Snorting to forget the pain
I'm coughing up blood and the mirror gets stained
Looking for trust that they never display
And I've been afraid
I've tried to change
I've looked for reason for going insane
But the seasons never treat you the same
Still been at it since the day we came
And that's how we brain
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Like a circus on parade
We gotta hustle through life
Hustle to rise
Writer: Kasun Karunatilake
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid