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Robert Thibodeau
Robert Thibodeau
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Brian Rosa
Brian Rosa
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歌词

I been so deep in the water I didn't realize that there's even a surface Crafting myself to a rapper I guess I forgot how to just be a person If I ain't been writing or gripping that mic in my right hand I feel like I'm worthless Stumbling through space and time hoping eventually I bump into a purpose Rubbing lamps and hoping for some genies Wishing I could be like cats on TV Once I make it pretend it was easy Know I'm famous once she thinks she needs me Now you see you me now you don't Houdini Mastermind capped underneath this beanie Asinine to think my life is peachy Acting fine then you popped in my CD Strangers love your pain for entertainment Risk it all with just the hopes you make it That's the life of being an escapist Sick of chilling smoking getting wasted I think its time my life needs some changes Daily mundane transform into sacred I only shackle down myself Houdini There's no one here to help Houdini A rapper on the shelf Houdini Imagine how he felt Houdini Look what happens felt the magic now you acting like you need me I've been stuck in this straight jacket so long I think I believe it All this passion I been trapped in some say I might be a genius Got me sitting thinking and laughing like nah man I'm like Houdini I was just locked in a box but when I popped out I was still stuck in a circus Living off heat that I got from throwing all these writing inside of the furnace I should be searching for jobs but instead I'm bobbing my head writing these verses Get their attention to see how long it takes to turn entertainment to worship Rubbing lamps and hoping for some genies Wishing I could be like cats on TV Once I make it pretend it was easy Know I'm famous once she thinks she needs me Now you see you me now you don't Houdini Mastermind capped underneath this beanie Asinine to think my life is peachy Acting fine then you popped in my CD It's magic ain't it How I hold the pain in Wear a painted smile While I'm devastated Did I hold my breath Am I suffocating Am I close to death Or is this entertainment Fuck it all I gotta live Feel like I gotta rap just to exist Been too constrained by the chains on my wrists And I know that it's hard and I shouldn't admit But I'm closer to god when I'm in this abyss All my inspiration from the cliff If I don't make it how am I gonna live All this hesitation me sick Years of preparation just for this All these imitations don't mean shit The great escape is when I fucking quit
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