It's my dream, to play to a sold out stadium, right?/
I finally feel like I'm close, I can reach the light/
But in spite, my self-confidence is quite light/
But I gotta get over it, just gotta be on the inside/
And by the end of it all, I'll be closer than ever/
I'll have millions of fans, and love them all forever/
And when my music is played, from sea to shining sea/
That's when I'll be the happiest, just you wait and see/
When I'm away from this mic, I'm just a hating fiend/
I'll carry this love to my grave as I lay deceased/
My will to succeed is strong enough to break concrete/
Hopefully my music will make you feel to the same degree/
I tried to focus more on technique, mistakenly/
But now I'm back to my roots, you'll never take the tree/
Game over shirt on, hopefully smaller/
But don't you ever doubt this crazed, brazen penniless author/
Penning tales about the south, like my last name is Faulkner/
Creeping around this game, like a torturous stalker/
I'm tired of looking back, now I'm only going forward/
Fuck you if you try and hold me back I'll no longer falter/
And I love this music, like it was my very own daughter/
So thank you to my fans, you keep me on my grind/
So I can finally hit the to and get that top five shine/
And start rhyming with my idols like Royce da 5"9'/
Hindsight's 20/20, foresight's blind/
I need you guys to help me through so I can end my strife/
Maybe I'll see success in my next lifetime/
This self-doubt feels like I've been hit in the chest five times/
I'm obsessed by time, going too slow, breaklights on/
A killer whale in a game full of great white sharks/
Done worrying about these assholes, take my place by force/
Then stand there as equals as the bassline drops/
I finally feel like I'm close, I can reach the light/
But in spite, my self-confidence is quite light/
But I gotta get over it, just gotta be on the inside/
And by the end of it all, I'll be closer than ever/
I'll have millions of fans, and love them all forever/
And when my music is played, from sea to shining sea/
That's when I'll be the happiest, just you wait and see/
When I'm away from this mic, I'm just a hating fiend/
I'll carry this love to my grave as I lay deceased/
My will to succeed is strong enough to break concrete/
Hopefully my music will make you feel to the same degree/
I tried to focus more on technique, mistakenly/
But now I'm back to my roots, you'll never take the tree/
Game over shirt on, hopefully smaller/
But don't you ever doubt this crazed, brazen penniless author/
Penning tales about the south, like my last name is Faulkner/
Creeping around this game, like a torturous stalker/
I'm tired of looking back, now I'm only going forward/
Fuck you if you try and hold me back I'll no longer falter/
And I love this music, like it was my very own daughter/
So thank you to my fans, you keep me on my grind/
So I can finally hit the to and get that top five shine/
And start rhyming with my idols like Royce da 5"9'/
Hindsight's 20/20, foresight's blind/
I need you guys to help me through so I can end my strife/
Maybe I'll see success in my next lifetime/
This self-doubt feels like I've been hit in the chest five times/
I'm obsessed by time, going too slow, breaklights on/
A killer whale in a game full of great white sharks/
Done worrying about these assholes, take my place by force/
Then stand there as equals as the bassline drops/
( Granyte )
www.ChordsAZ.com