[Hook] The hands go up, but they always come down That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd The show's been over, but you still wanna bow You really should hang it up but you're just too proud The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud Even in the booth you've been havin' little doubts You put your headphones on and drink 'till you pass out Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud
[Bridge] I've not even been around the block Not even once but I look out the door The corner's right there, the coast is clear My eyes are open but I'm hating the chore No reason to stop now there's nothing but pop clowns So put your money down put your neck on the table You feeling so hot now, you're calling the shots now Switch things up, you gotta shake that label
[Verse 1] Call it what you want, call it what you gotta It's a struggle in the booth to make the truth sound hotter Make you feel proper make you feel just right And it's some insecurities just to help you sleep at night So fall back if you don't feel me. I don't even feel me! Sometimes I think that I do this shit to try and heal me Maybe be appealing maybe grow a fan base But honestly I only make this music for my own sake You want my own take? Here's my two cents I don't need your recognition just a record with depth An intense one that just lets me just vent One that knows when I'm happy or I wanna get bent And guess what homeboy? that's all I ever need Introspection over beats and a party for the fiend A city full of a songs and a mic for me to speak into If music speaks to you please take heed: Think about it, write it down, find someone you can teach it to I'm not preachin' dude, I'm just trying to cleanse A lyrical colonic, shake the demons in my head Sometimes you've gotta purge yourself to make it out of bed
[Hook] The hands go up, but they always come down That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd The show's been over, but you still wanna bow You really should hang it up but you're just too proud The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud Even in the booth you've been havin' little doubts You put headphones on and drink 'till you pass out Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud
[Verse 2] Inspiration don't come cheap these days So I go the opposite direction tryin' to keep this faith No religion but hip hop has given the opportunity To put a hundred percent into something that is true to me And Usually my muses show up so I start sippin' Allow me to gas myself so I stop trippin And overthinking and analyzing everything I do So I can find out what life looks easier for you How the hell did I develop all of this social anxiety And fuck a zoloft! I roll off and get high With these bottles and beers, trying to forget those years I don't need a script doctor, but let's just say cheers And tip that, say sip sip sippin' on the jazzers And when your people join you , then you know it's going to be magic But when you're on a vision quest, they say that it's a hazard But trust me, I would never let it turn to something tragic There's been to many kids lost in my home town Must be something in the water shed, 'cuz I know now Suicidal teens ain't born, they're bred So give them something to hope for instead of pullin' the thread Unravellin' all of their dreams at the seams I believe in doing for self, but it's nice having a team That's why I self medicate just to help meditate Introspection is arrestin' when you can't catch a break
[Hook] The hands go up, but they always come down That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd The show's been over, but you still wanna bow You really should hang it up but you're just too proud The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud Even in the booth you've been havin' little doubts You put headphones on and drink 'till you pass out Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud
[Breakdown / Verse 3]
The 16s we rip 'em, the pen's scribbles explicit Mic booth is a closet until the studio's finished Gaurenteed that when we get legit I'm going to miss it But until then we circle the rag and stay on the mission A hotbed of ideas, our pens are best friends I've driven through carpal tunnel, that's hell but the road ends We've blazing our own path, we work as our own staff No paychecks get cut, but fuck we'll get past I stay sipping the bourbon and even though it's a weakness I need it to find the freedom to make real what I keep dreamin I mean it, I promise I can surely keep my seams sewn up As long as I only have to pretend to be a grown up These headphones are worn, the paint's starting to fade High's starting to clip, lows starting to wane But no need to worry, the musics gonna get made And even when we pass out, wake up to a new day like *bwwwooaaaahhh*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
