Lyrics

Yo I think that I lost my mind Hours and hours spent in time Grinding on the things I write Fighting through the sleepy nights And still, man, I'm getting screwed Haven't I paid my fucking dues? Algorithms pick and choose We're all slaves to what they do?! Wait, no, it's a gift I can go from poor to rich If you figure out the switch To get to the top of it I don't know, I don't care I'm pulling out my fucking hair I just wanna create and share Help the world become aware That you could do anything that you want to You can be everything that you want, dude I'ma teach how to cook some fondue And blow up on Shorts on YouTube Hah, ain't that crazy? That's what people doing daily It ain't quick, they ain't lazy It takes years to get that placement And this world is fuckin' crazy Man, what's been going on lately? Is this good, yeah? Amazing? Feels like a fever fucking daydream Feels like a fever fucking daydream Ahem I'm taking shots of the heat Now I can feel it in my teeth, uh I feel the lyrics start to seep, uh Out my veins like I bleed, oh! Drop that bass on the beat for a minute While I spit these words to the beat, no limit I don't make no sense, I don't need no gimmick I'ma say what I think, be real specific And I master the chase, I'ma pass in the race You can ask me the way I attack every day I adapt and I change, never capping, I say What I mean, how I think, and you know I'm here to stay Like uh, keep my head up Shit gets hard and I get fed up But that don't get me nowhere, that gets you to give up So I stay strong and do my thing, I never let up If I get knocked down, best believe that I'ma get up And this world is fuckin' crazy Man, what's been going on lately? Is this good, yeah? Amazing? Feels like a fever fucking daydream Feels like a fever fucking daydream
Writer(s): Bryce Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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