Soapbox
(专辑: 94.3 The Reel - 2017)
Yeah I'm 23, but I
still bring 'em to you I
flipped the
sample out the
drums then I
give 'em the
truth The
same me, motherfucker don't you get it confused The
last album raised the
bar, but this gon' tear off the
roof Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent Ain't got a
deal, but I
can tell you what the
deal is These labels try to make us millionaires But they ain't feel us if the
glass is half empty I'm coming back to fill it, yeah You got me in my feelings and I'm putting in time And I
been a
bunch of places and I'm still 'bout mine I
could go and write an album 'bout a
topic Go and drop it And I
guarantee that half of these people still have a
one track mind Don't waste my time You know I
just adjust like that Don't know why they so impressed with all that fuck-boy rap Don't know why they so impressed with all that frat-boy rap No pun intended, but your album sounds rushed like that Man, we're just ordinary people, yeah The
last album was a
story this the
sequel I'm in a
room full of people that I
love And I
ain't fucking stopping 'til all of us are equal Everybody on the
right side hit that sway Everybody on the
left do the
same old thing Talk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain't I
hope the
blind man dance and the
deaf one sing I
hope the
world keeps spinning And my friends keep winning And my parents keep living And the
bad stop sinning Lil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove: Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love? And, if I
only had sixteen bars: Number one is for my family Second for my sister And the
third for my granny Four for my cousins, went Five for my brothers, and Six, seven, eight is dedicated to my mother, yeah Nine's for my Dad he's always got my back I
mean, every single show and tour he booked all that Number ten's for the
labels that skipped it until they heard this We ain't forget you meeting, we skipped it on fucking purpose, dog (ooo) The
next one's for my girl tho That's why I
changed up my tempo And number twelve would be a
laugh and I'd just end it at that Load the
drums in, and bring it right back, yeah The
last four are for the
truth, but it don't sell enough records So I
would try to keep it catchy and disguise that I'm clever But you won't hear it at a
party or the
radio ever They wanna listen to something that don't require no effort And I
done ran outta room, so I
talk on the
end But all they want's the
hook, so I
make it real quick If the
world started burning, would we put it out together? Or would we still fight with one another? Everybody on the
right side hit that sway Everybody on the
left do the
same old thing Talk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain't I
hope the
blind man dance and the
deaf one sing I
hope the
world keeps spinning And my friends keep winning And my parents keep living And the
bad stop sinning Lil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove: Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love? Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier Ooo, child, things'll get brighter Someday, we'll put it together and get it all done Someday, when your head is much lighter (Ooo) Someday, we'll walk in the
rays of the
beautiful sun Someday, when the
world is much brighter Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier Ooo, child, things'll get brighter Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier Ooo, child, things'll get brighter Yeah, this ain't a
rant I'm just passionate The
God that I
believe in don't make accidents So God, while you watch my latest verse I
know I
never go to church But I
just pray this ain't the
year I
have to lay in a
hearse It's July thirty-first of two-thousand-seventeen I'm in a
studio in Indi wearing Nike's and some jeans And I'm broke than a
bitch, drive a
old Mazda 6
But it's better than a
coupe 'cause I
can fit all my friends Joey made it out the
pen, but I
was working on this By the
time I
got it finished, he went right back in Let him down as a
friend, didn't get the
help that he needs And the
system failed him when they sent him back for some weed Man, it's July thirty-first and Donald Trump is on the
news He fired his Chief of Staff and we're all hella confused And look, I
ain't the
type to really rap about no politics, but how the
fuck is Donald Trump our president? I
digress Yeah, and there's a
lot of social unrest Remember that a
conversation's progress So talk to your neighbor, talk to a
stranger Love a
little harder, do someone a
favor I
know that I
ain't perfect I
know I
make mistakes I
know that you ain't perfect 'Cause we one in the
same I
know you feel sad And I
know you feel alone Because everybody does Don't be scared to use the
phone, yeah Man, it's July thirty-first and I'm sweating in the
booth And there's people in the
industry that want me to lose But they a
little too late, only love me to hate I
done found my way, so can't nobody get in my way Yes, it's July thirty-first and I'm 'bout to wrap this song up it's a
pretty long one, yeah Heh, I'm sorry I
had to detox So, pardon me while I
step off of my soapbox But, to the
listener, this one's for you If we ain't never met: nice to meet you, I'm Q
All my friends call me "Mitch", and you should, too I
make music for a
living I'm no different than you But what I
really wanna say No matter where you stay No matter what you do or no matter what you're paid No matter who you love and no matter who you hate, yeah I
just hope you live your best life Yeah I
hope you live your best life If the
world started burning, would we put it out together? Or will we still fight with one another?