Produced by Life and Death
July 20, 2015
I'll be posting new music on this site, and a few more.
http://soundcloud.com/undapreshur
http://youtube.com/undapreshur
Lyrics
its like what im missin is the key, shes not as innocent as she seems
my vision isnt as keen so it seems like shes living in my dream
Im tryna walk but shes tipping the beam i need her like a hit to a fiend
I'm tired stressing with some money, im tired of messing with some hunnies
who don't like the sh** i spit it would best if it was sunny
instead of these dark clouds, it's all foul
trying to get these stupid problems fixed and solved now
I gotta calm down, it's matter of fame
to the point i really feel it tryna scatter my frame
shatter the chains, matterfact f*** ing splatter my brains
the blood is on the wall lookin like it added some paint
You wanna be known something lifted up from the rug
you wanna be hugged you don't give a f*** if its love
you wanna be loved, but don't wanna know, what they really
think about chu, like what they say and how they really doubt chu
I wanna be gone, instead of recapping the dreams
its kinda stupid like a drug chasing after a fiend
nothings ever what you see or maybe as it was seen
forget what you think of what i do I'm just rapper to me
you want the fortune and fame, and the whores and the change
everybody want the same it's a war in this game
feeling torn to the core with a formidable pain
but its just gonna floor and torture your frame
when you wanna be famous
when you wanna be famous
i know you like me just because I write the tightest verses,
like my life is perect but i'm pretty sure its like a circus
So i try to fight the urges when I give what I tell
I been feeling like im living in hell
give a quip that I'll fail, i live to spit when I'm rippin the veil
off this pretty little chick in the kitchen of hell
would you sell your soul for a chance in a second
or would you sit and think a minute to sell
wanna be on b.e.t, and mtv
on the much music channel play for keeps you'll see
touring in vans, wanna floor all your fans
see yourself performing on youtube when fans record on they cams
"god damn" You don't wanna die nameless
hoping that theres someone out there coming up just to save us
but facing reality you're still stuck with some payments
and arrangements. f*** i wanna be famous
what would you give for a minute of fame, what would you regret
if it isnt the same, as what you thought when you gave it up to limit the pain
I'm gonna die and old man with a limp and a cane
the limpin only gets worse if you live in the rain, chip off the block
but he was no chip in his day, just another young gun thinking
he got what it takes, strongheaded boy thinking that his sh** wouldn't fade
but as the years pass, the women don't crowd him no more
he's performing on the stage nobody round on the floor
soon he slips to the back of the minds of those who once loved him
even the haters don't hate thinking nothing of him
his girl doesn't f*** him and love him, i guess she grew tired and had enough
of the fussin, his name never ever comes up in discussion
Now he's an old man looking up with nothing above him. you wanna be famous
