[Hook] Are you really here or am I dreamin' I can't tell dreams from truth For it's been so long since I have seen you I can hardly remember your face anymore
Yeah, is that really you success? I know you're close... But I haven't seen you in so fuckin' long man, you know I'm a find you though, I'm gonna find you
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah, success, is that you around the corner? I've been on your trail, now they say it warmer, warmer It's been a long time since I seen you too Probably since my last wrestlin' match in high-school And after that you left me Packed up and bounced with lady luck, then shit got messy Grades started slippin' and the drugs kicked in E pills, Coke, Percs, Klonopins Either high or in a bad mood Pissed off teenager, covered in tattoos Grade A fuck-up, simple as that I'm surprised my two parents didn't turn their back But they never gave up on me, I love 'em for that And I promise I'm a pay it all back with these raps I know my bail was high but mom and dad I'm a pay back Every penny or I'll try, let it ride
[Hook] Are you really here or am I dreamin' I can't tell dreams from truth For it's been so long since I have seen you I can hardly remember your face anymore
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] Yeah, success, is that you? People tell me that you're nearby and I'm hopin' that it's true Cause lately you haven't made an appearance in my life Just a spot at the bottom and a lot of long nights Court fees, shitty jobs, bad luck, drug problems Or have a non-religious kid looking to God Swear to God I been through a lot of shit on this path I'm not here to brag about it but no one can change the past I put together raps, tryna make myself a stag with it I've put my heart, soul, everything I had in this Slice my wrists and I bleed for this rappin' shit How could you mothafuckers say I'm not passionate? This is all I've ever loved, do it till the death of me Proven that I'm worthy, I don't care what they expect from me And I'll do it till there's not a breath left in me Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully Ah, tryna make it in this crazy world successfully Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully Yeah
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] So many people told me success was up for the takin' But I can't tell if it's real or all my imagination Spit it so sick, that I need a vaccination But I'm still underrated as fuck, any occasion That I had to rise to, I did But they still consider me a gimmick strictly just because of where I live Dope when I rap I flow, it's my path to blow This ain't the mothafuckin' white rapper show Sharpin' skills like katanas in the arms of a ninja Pure bred with the heart of a winner Put my all in this shit, if I fall or I trip I'm just gettin' back up, never callin' it quits So hard when I spit, you need armor for this Dusk till dawn till I'm gone, I'm a spit Do it till I got nothin' left Word to my very last breath I'm a find my success Yeah
[Hook] Are you really here or am I dreaming I can't tell dreams from truth For it's been so long since I have seen you I can hardly remember your face anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
