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You should go and quit your job And make all of those dreams come true How is your self esteem? Huh? That's important in what you're about to do Don't talk to your friends Their opinion holds so much weight And it doesn't make sense Even your family Parents just don't understand Except for Will Smith, he's got a great understanding Make the time Drop school, and people, and work, to play Music all night You'll make an dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life And roll with the punches Even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped But you're a real bad judge of it Hold on tight, boy Might be a fucking hell of a ride But, but, but they said it's a 3% chance That I'm gonna make it That's a little bit less than what it is in my mind But it's okay, I think I can take it They said it's a 3%, my friends That's what they said And then I sat there and thought about it And almost believed it for a sec But I think that they'll love me Yeah, if my soul is tainted and ugly Tainted enough where no one Should ever want stuff from me, but I'm lucky Lovely people say such nice things for no reason Except for the songs that I sing them When I was eighteen I fucking prayed to God That one day I'll sing and the crowd would stop But I'm still waiting For the jaws to be dropped and the bras to be sailing I'm still waiting For the big contract and a payment I'm still waiting For all of my own friends to eat all of their own words I bet it'll taste like blood sweat and tears And the fear of regret and that ever elusive 3% chance That I'm gonna make it It's a little bit less than what it is in my mind But it's okay, I think I can take it They said it's a 3%, my friends That's what they said And then I sat there and thought about it And almost believed it for a sec But now, it's me versus the world In a competition to see who could be less shitty Hold your own and if it floats your boat Then you should row that boat home But if my boat starts to sink I'll probably just stop singing and writing poems Cut my fucking hair and Quit eating like I'm homeless Get a job But I said, I made two hundred dollars in my first week Just playing music and being who I want to be She said "You think that's acceptable?" "You think that's an acceptable amount?" "I made twice the amount working at a shitty fucking job that I hate And every morning when I wake up I get really sad And I was just about to say at my friends birthday party Before they cut me off, I was just about to say Wait, wait, wait, wait You think that's an acceptable amount? It's a 3% chance You'll be happy Doing the same thing you do everyday For the next ten years I think that's a 3% chance That when I say "Today's the day!" You'll understand