Chuuwee - Your Soul In E Minor lyrics
[Chuuwee - Your Soul In E Minor lyrics]
My soul one goal of mine is to play
At a sold out show so i just want to know
One day I'd like to know what
It's like to sell your soul
Or sell out and trade who you
Are for a bunch of dough
How many rappers really spit about
The shit they wanna say
Or do they pencil down whatever
Just so they can make some pay
Do they listen to they fans
When they think the shit is gay
Do they even give a fuck
Or is it just another day
Sometimes i wanna change the world
I wanna change the game
Sometimes i feel like fuck the music
I just want the rich and fame
And other days i feel like
People need someone to say it
And i feel like maybe i can be
The one to make a change
But im dreaming, niggas be scheming
They think im holding quarter millions
Active pavilions niggas be illin
I ain't spillin this ice grillin
Grown motherfuckers that like children
Sometimes i wish i had a knife to kill them
Trying to be Jay Z playing on a million
Niggas be lying, stealing
Tryna make a living or a modest killing
I think there used to be a honor system
But all the real niggas done gone to prison
Fake ones was mobbin with them
At a sold out show so i just want to know
One day I'd like to know what
It's like to sell your soul
Or sell out and trade who you
Are for a bunch of dough
How many rappers really spit about
The shit they wanna say
Or do they pencil down whatever
Just so they can make some pay
Do they listen to they fans
When they think the shit is gay
Do they even give a fuck
Or is it just another day
Sometimes i wanna change the world
I wanna change the game
Sometimes i feel like fuck the music
I just want the rich and fame
And other days i feel like
People need someone to say it
And i feel like maybe i can be
The one to make a change
But im dreaming, niggas be scheming
They think im holding quarter millions
Active pavilions niggas be illin
I ain't spillin this ice grillin
Grown motherfuckers that like children
Sometimes i wish i had a knife to kill them
Trying to be Jay Z playing on a million
Niggas be lying, stealing
Tryna make a living or a modest killing
I think there used to be a honor system
But all the real niggas done gone to prison
Fake ones was mobbin with them