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Edwouldbe

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Edwouldbe was released on April 24, 2011 by Sunday Best Recordings as a part of the album Balance

Song Details

Release DateApril 24, 2011

LabelSunday Best Recordings

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM109

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sound of Rum

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kae Tempest

Songwriter

Marsh

Composer

Lawrenson

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bob Earland

Producer

Lyrics

He was distant, most distant from himself

Insistent, wanted more from life for himself

His restrictions were vast

But he liked to hide from himself

And yes, he made a lot of hype for himself

But it went to his head

Like a young child sent to his bed

Didn't spend his pride

Till his pride spent him instead

Believe them loose lips yapping all their loose shit

Rapping up a loose spliff

His heart said yes to the compliments

He loved it when they flocked around him

Loved it when they stopped and found him

Jamming at the bar post-show

And he'd play it humble like

"Yeah, see if you're really picky"

But all the while

His arrogance got more and more bloated

Images inside his mind floated

Of how big he would become

When he got properly promoted

Precocious to the point of being hopeless

He hoped that nobody would notice

But me, I noticed

He wants a piece of something that doesn't exist

He wants fame, wants a little weight behind his name

Chasing an elusive, turns delusive

To lunacy, everybody 'round here seems to be something

Would be, has been, smiles full of bad dreams

If it ain't real from the edge to the core

Don't pretend anymore, stop the gimmicks

All about the substance, it's not about the image

All about the substance, it's not about the image

You might be saying words, but you ain't spitting lyrics

Entertaining illusions of grandeur

When his style was, if truth be told, meagre at best

So eager to impress, he makes you feel quite distressed

Kind of guy that speaks before he thinks

Then deeply regrets the things he says

Acts his confidence off, he brags and he boasts

But the one thing that matters the most

That being content, lacking severely

So all he sees in front of him's

The stories makes, not quite, nearlys

He doesn't understand, he's like, "Yo

I got it all, the whole package

I got the looks, I got the attitude"

He don't see, to be real, you've got to be yourself

Not a poorly constructed version of someone else

He's got coloured business cards with pictures of his face

He could swear that it's close enough to taste

It's a shame he doesn't know

'Bout slow and steady wins the race

It's a shame he doesn't know, oh

Wants a piece of something that doesn't exist

Wants fame, wants a little weight behind his name

Chasing an elusive, turns delusive

To lunacy, everybody 'round here seems to be something

Would be, has been, smiles full of bad dreams

If it ain't real from the edge to the core

Don't pretend anymore, stop the gimmicks

All about the substance, it's not about the image

All about the substance, it's not about the image

You might be saying words, but you ain't spitting lyrics at all

I've seen this man fall down

He can't do what he wants to do

He walks 'round getting drunk

Jamming at the bar

Fast approaching twenty-five years

Weak heart, eyes glared

Jamming in the same ends

Chilling with the same friends

Life's going nowhere for him

All he does is blame them

They got lives, they got wives, they got jobs

He's still in his mum's yard feeling lost because

He's on the sniff, he's on the pills, on the MDMA

Demons visit every night, he tries to send them away

But he's got no prospects, no skills, no talents

He's got no motivation left, he's losing his balance

Every night he's fucked, every morning he's embarrassed

Every day, it's either skunk, weed, sess or charas

On the dole, on the madness of them late-night fisticuffs

And ain't the wives a pick-me-up for him?

He's getting twisted up within

He wants to change, stuck in his habits though

Can't take the pain of sobriety

Kicking up the dust outside of society

Addict man, crippled by his own notoriety

Until no one wants to chat no more

They think he's crazy

Twenty-eight now and his future's looking hazy

Skunk's looking up at him like, "Lately, lately"

And he's lying to himself like, "The system didn't take me"

He wants a piece of something that doesn't exist

He wants fame, wants a little weight behind his name

Chasing an elusive, turns delusive

To lunacy, everybody 'round here seems to be something

Would be, has been, smiles full of bad dreams

If it ain't real from the edge to the core

Don't pretend anymore, you need to chill

Your trainers are lovely, mate

But where's your fucking skill?

You might be saying words, but you ain't spitting lyrics at all

It's all about the substance, it's not about the image at all

Stop these gimmicks

You need to chill

Got very nice clothes, but you ain't got too much skill

He plays the battles of bars

And then his face, it bears scars

Suddenly, it seems the kids are listening to guitars and drums

It ain't beats and rhymes, it creeps the streets at times

And imagines how his could've been the

Sweetest heat you'd find in a crate

But now it's too late, it's consumed with hate

For everyone that's better than him

Trying to write a rhyme

But it's like the letters jamming in the pen

The ink refuses to spell a shit phrase

His heart's sick with self-praise

Written by: Kae Tempest, Lawrenson, Marsh

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