I'm on that boom bap shit
The rata-ta-tata-ta-tat shit
I'm making waves with a sample and a drum kit
I built my home inside the bass and the snare
Lose me in the hats it's like I ain't even there
Vinyl crackling like a warm June
Knockin' throwback records from dawn 'til the full moon
Subwoofer rockin us to bed
Good music is my night med
I wish my, lyrics could cut like a knife in the back
A story to your head with a purposeful smack
Take you on a journey to the center of sound
I'ma break your block with a lyrical ground pound
You say the words don't matter though
Let me change your mind with the saltiest flow
Let me change your mind with a new perspective
Lyrical attack, super effective
I been
Back on my bullshit, but back on the grind, and I'm
Getting better one song at a time, and my
Pen is to paper what a moth is to flame
In my self reflection double down on the shame
10,000 hours, but I'm not making time
Progress seems to crawl fighting line by line
Looking for the answers, everyday, looking for the truth
Starring in the mirror and I'm looking for the proof
Damn,
I'm not being who I say I am,
If actions don't follow the words are a sham
Don't listen to critics it's not in their hands
But if you aren't happy change your plans
When I'm writing songs I feel my soul singing inside of me
I can see the brighter side of who I'm not but wanna be
Rhyme Schemes run empty, don't mind me
I'm vibing
Run it back until you close your eyelids
I've been making, I've been writing ever since I was young
Making worlds in my backyard, feel like i'm someone
Else, as I plan my escape
Remolding my circumstantial shape
I guess the reasons don't change cause I still want out,
When I make a song, it can set me free
Working on my craft each day devout
I'm writing the truth I can't yet see
Every, every, every, every day when I can make a song
Gonna smear the lines, and I'm gonna get it all wrong
All I ever really needed was to make a song though,
Love of my creation never makes it to the convo
Why?
When that's all that I want
Making music from my own soul's font
I'll probably never be your favorite one
But when I finish this song, I've already won
Late Night Luke - Already Won Lyrics
Late Night Luke - Already Won Lyrics
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I'm on that boom bap shit
The rata-ta-tata-ta-tat shit
I'm making waves with a sample and a drum kit
I built my home inside the bass and the snare
Lose me in the hats it's like I ain't even there
Vinyl crackling like a warm June
Knockin' throwback records from dawn 'til the full moon
Subwoofer rockin us to bed
Good music is my night med
I wish my, lyrics could cut like a knife in the back
A story to your head with a purposeful smack
Take you on a journey to the center of sound
I'ma break your block with a lyrical ground pound
You say the words don't matter though
Let me change your mind with the saltiest flow
Let me change your mind with a new perspective
Lyrical attack, super effective
I been
Back on my bullshit, but back on the grind, and I'm
Getting better one song at a time, and my
Pen is to paper what a moth is to flame
In my self reflection double down on the shame
10,000 hours, but I'm not making time
Progress seems to crawl fighting line by line
Looking for the answers, everyday, looking for the truth
Starring in the mirror and I'm looking for the proof
Damn,
I'm not being who I say I am,
If actions don't follow the words are a sham
Don't listen to critics it's not in their hands
But if you aren't happy change your plans
When I'm writing songs I feel my soul singing inside of me
I can see the brighter side of who I'm not but wanna be
Rhyme Schemes run empty, don't mind me
I'm vibing
Run it back until you close your eyelids
I've been making, I've been writing ever since I was young
Making worlds in my backyard, feel like i'm someone
Else, as I plan my escape
Remolding my circumstantial shape
I guess the reasons don't change cause I still want out,
When I make a song, it can set me free
Working on my craft each day devout
I'm writing the truth I can't yet see
Every, every, every, every day when I can make a song
Gonna smear the lines, and I'm gonna get it all wrong
All I ever really needed was to make a song though,
Love of my creation never makes it to the convo
Why?
When that's all that I want
Making music from my own soul's font
I'll probably never be your favorite one
But when I finish this song, I've already won
The rata-ta-tata-ta-tat shit
I'm making waves with a sample and a drum kit
I built my home inside the bass and the snare
Lose me in the hats it's like I ain't even there
Vinyl crackling like a warm June
Knockin' throwback records from dawn 'til the full moon
Subwoofer rockin us to bed
Good music is my night med
I wish my, lyrics could cut like a knife in the back
A story to your head with a purposeful smack
Take you on a journey to the center of sound
I'ma break your block with a lyrical ground pound
You say the words don't matter though
Let me change your mind with the saltiest flow
Let me change your mind with a new perspective
Lyrical attack, super effective
I been
Back on my bullshit, but back on the grind, and I'm
Getting better one song at a time, and my
Pen is to paper what a moth is to flame
In my self reflection double down on the shame
10,000 hours, but I'm not making time
Progress seems to crawl fighting line by line
Looking for the answers, everyday, looking for the truth
Starring in the mirror and I'm looking for the proof
Damn,
I'm not being who I say I am,
If actions don't follow the words are a sham
Don't listen to critics it's not in their hands
But if you aren't happy change your plans
When I'm writing songs I feel my soul singing inside of me
I can see the brighter side of who I'm not but wanna be
Rhyme Schemes run empty, don't mind me
I'm vibing
Run it back until you close your eyelids
I've been making, I've been writing ever since I was young
Making worlds in my backyard, feel like i'm someone
Else, as I plan my escape
Remolding my circumstantial shape
I guess the reasons don't change cause I still want out,
When I make a song, it can set me free
Working on my craft each day devout
I'm writing the truth I can't yet see
Every, every, every, every day when I can make a song
Gonna smear the lines, and I'm gonna get it all wrong
All I ever really needed was to make a song though,
Love of my creation never makes it to the convo
Why?
When that's all that I want
Making music from my own soul's font
I'll probably never be your favorite one
But when I finish this song, I've already won
Writer: Luke Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid