[Hook]
Livin in the shade oh I'm so gray
Running in a dream a mile away
Waiting as the times fly by
My right side, I have arrived
Livin in the shade oh I'm so gray
Running in a dream a mile away
Waiting as the times fly by
My right side, I have arrived
[Verse 1]
Some started rapping cause they want to get the girls
Others are born poets who want to express the world through words
Which we yield as weapons to threaten others to battle
It's who get paid and stay on the straight and narrow
Now I didn't do it cause the girls thought it was stupid
Didn't get into it to pursue a revolution
Cause I was reminiscing of the days of Wild Style
I started rhyming cause I hated Lil Bow Wow
The rap's Miley Cyrus
And I just caught the virus
When I decided, that I should take him down
And it's all, if he could get signed to spit you these rhymes
Given the platform I could go platinum a million times
And with stars in my eyes, I crapped the bed
That was grade 7, and I've been rapping ever since
All them years ago when I prepared to flow but here I am
Still an amateur but now grown ass man
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Pursuing a career in music is probably the most stupid, selfish thing that I could do with my life
I could use my degree to try and change policy
Instead of spitting every moment bruising the mic
And I'm choosing it right
Not to be the new light
To liberate generation and show 'em what's right
I'm using music as a solution, for myself
Cause honestly I can't see me doing nothing else
So I refuse to put my dreams on the shelf
And take refuge and refute that will help
I see you at the top
Cause it's way to late to about face it if we arrived or not
I'mma give it all we got
This industry is dying, giving birth to opportunity
Less jobs, less money, more room for community
Which means you can get plays on your Myspace page
But half a million hits don't equip to being paid
But damn it, I'm in love with the stage
So yeah, I'm afraid I won't garish no wage
But until that day I put the pen to the page
But I'll be livin in the, livin in the, livin in the
[Hook]
[Outro]
Why do we do it?
I don't know why we do it
We do it cause we love the music
Livin in the shade oh I'm so gray
Running in a dream a mile away
Waiting as the times fly by
My right side, I have arrived
Livin in the shade oh I'm so gray
Running in a dream a mile away
Waiting as the times fly by
My right side, I have arrived
[Verse 1]
Some started rapping cause they want to get the girls
Others are born poets who want to express the world through words
Which we yield as weapons to threaten others to battle
It's who get paid and stay on the straight and narrow
Now I didn't do it cause the girls thought it was stupid
Didn't get into it to pursue a revolution
Cause I was reminiscing of the days of Wild Style
I started rhyming cause I hated Lil Bow Wow
The rap's Miley Cyrus
And I just caught the virus
When I decided, that I should take him down
And it's all, if he could get signed to spit you these rhymes
Given the platform I could go platinum a million times
And with stars in my eyes, I crapped the bed
That was grade 7, and I've been rapping ever since
All them years ago when I prepared to flow but here I am
Still an amateur but now grown ass man
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Pursuing a career in music is probably the most stupid, selfish thing that I could do with my life
I could use my degree to try and change policy
Instead of spitting every moment bruising the mic
And I'm choosing it right
Not to be the new light
To liberate generation and show 'em what's right
I'm using music as a solution, for myself
Cause honestly I can't see me doing nothing else
So I refuse to put my dreams on the shelf
And take refuge and refute that will help
I see you at the top
Cause it's way to late to about face it if we arrived or not
I'mma give it all we got
This industry is dying, giving birth to opportunity
Less jobs, less money, more room for community
Which means you can get plays on your Myspace page
But half a million hits don't equip to being paid
But damn it, I'm in love with the stage
So yeah, I'm afraid I won't garish no wage
But until that day I put the pen to the page
But I'll be livin in the, livin in the, livin in the
[Hook]
[Outro]
Why do we do it?
I don't know why we do it
We do it cause we love the music
( Nyle )
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