Lyrics
Low Profiler
I Have to Say This (Here Comes the Cliché)
I want one song that everybody knows.
But that’s a lie, there’s few that I would show.
Only the few that know, and what it means to grow.
Roll with the punches, and it only goes to show.
Take your time nigga, I’ll simplify figures.
I can handle anything with some fine liquor.
Drew the line hither, cause I’m gripping my trigger,
Synchronized with a, bomb to my chest.
I’m betting my vest won’t hold…
Everytime I hear it is everytime I die,
Fresh full of fear, I hope I don’t cry.
I know I won’t find what it is I know I,
want. But I care, and I got my hopes high.
Low motivation, I hope it goes by.
Watch me waste my time just to hit that chocha.
What happened to the dreams of money, cash hoes?
Last one I dated, well honey stacked dough.
armani brand clothes, no, all I wear is old.
Too much to ask, she’s too much to hold,
honey. It’s a shame cuz its tragic to grow old,
Alone and at home. We’re not better off alone.
Am I hung up or hung over?
Is it the drugs, or am I sober.
Overanalyzing is my life’s work.
Like strife works against me, well, fuckin nice work.
Shit this life hurts, but still that light burns,
Inside of me, and I hope I might learn
Something worth knowing or lovin,
Its not show me the money, but what do you have for me?
Everytime I hear it is everytime I die,
Fresh full of fear, I hope I don’t cry.
I know I won’t find what it is I know I,
want. But I care, and I got my hopes high.
Love is my hope, and passion is my drive,
I’ve realized I’m glad to be alive.
If I say otherwise, Then its got to be a lie.
I do my best to keep it bottled inside.
The nights are long, but I’m kept in company.
Give some to get, in a world where nothing’s free.
But when she’s around, she appears stunningly.
And not till she leave, I can barely breathe.
Maybe she don’t mind, and I can keep my pride.
I only offer rhymes, pouring line for line.
It seems kinda trite, and I wish there was more.
But I’m sure its nothing that she hasn’t heard before.
everytime I hear the strings, is everytime I die.
Killed by violin, but don’t say I didn’t try.
Every time I hear it is everytime I die,
Fresh full of fear, I hope I don’t cry.
I know I won’t find what it is I know I,
want. But I care, and I got my hopes high.
