Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
I'm gonna tell you a story bout a starving artist
Steady carving outta carcass blinded in my dark apartment
Chain smoking up a carton coughing living oh so heartless
Rotten to the core like a weeping willow long forgotten
In the middle of the forest all my thoughts do is torment
I'm tryna rhyme all the time my friends just think I'm boring
But I'm back with my pen again i kicked all the sedatives
I'll probably die getting rich the same path as many men
Living in a concrete jungle everyone will wish u fumble
Ain't no holiday around here I gotta burst ye bubble
Never known for being subtle built my dreams up out the ruble
Out there chipping doubles way to long it was my hustle
But Now I'm in the booth again hand gripped around my pen
I'm Puking out the truth my friend I've never bin known to twist or bend
Conform to mediocrity I've never known the coolest trend
Perform they mite be wanting me I'm foolish to the very end
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
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Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
I'm gonna tell you a story bout a starving artist
Steady carving outta carcass blinded in my dark apartment
Chain smoking up a carton coughing living oh so heartless
Rotten to the core like a weeping willow long forgotten
In the middle of the forest all my thoughts do is torment
I'm tryna rhyme all the time my friends just think I'm boring
But I'm back with my pen again i kicked all the sedatives
I'll probably die getting rich the same path as many men
Living in a concrete jungle everyone will wish u fumble
Ain't no holiday around here I gotta burst ye bubble
Never known for being subtle built my dreams up out the ruble
Out there chipping doubles way to long it was my hustle
But Now I'm in the booth again hand gripped around my pen
I'm Puking out the truth my friend I've never bin known to twist or bend
Conform to mediocrity I've never known the coolest trend
Perform they mite be wanting me I'm foolish to the very end
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
I'm gonna tell you a story bout a starving artist
Steady carving outta carcass blinded in my dark apartment
Chain smoking up a carton coughing living oh so heartless
Rotten to the core like a weeping willow long forgotten
In the middle of the forest all my thoughts do is torment
I'm tryna rhyme all the time my friends just think I'm boring
But I'm back with my pen again i kicked all the sedatives
I'll probably die getting rich the same path as many men
Living in a concrete jungle everyone will wish u fumble
Ain't no holiday around here I gotta burst ye bubble
Never known for being subtle built my dreams up out the ruble
Out there chipping doubles way to long it was my hustle
But Now I'm in the booth again hand gripped around my pen
I'm Puking out the truth my friend I've never bin known to twist or bend
Conform to mediocrity I've never known the coolest trend
Perform they mite be wanting me I'm foolish to the very end
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Back in the day I couldn't wait to just make it
But now I see thru the haze and their games I wont play it
I'm just counting the days until my eyes they go vacant
Because they only playing trash on the radio station
Writer: Chris Patterson
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