E-Dubble - Drinking With My Headphones On lyrics

The hands go up, but they always come down
That's the sad truth when you're
Living for the crowd
The show's been over, but you still wanna bow
You really should hang it up
But you're just too proud
The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud
Even in the booth you've
Been havin' little doubts
You put your headphones on and
Drink 'till you pass out
Praying for a drought help you
Shake your dark cloud

I've not even been around the block
Not even once but I look out the door
The corner's right there, the coast is clear
My eyes are open but I'm hating the chore
No reason to stop now there's
Nothing but pop clowns
So put your money down put
Your neck on the table
You feeling so hot now
You're calling the shots now
Switch things up, you gotta shake that label

Call it what you want, call it what you gotta
It's a struggle in the booth to
Make the truth sound hotter
Make you feel proper make you feel just right
And it's some insecurities just to
Help you sleep at night
So fall back if you don't feel
Me I don't even feel me!
Sometimes I think that I do this
Shit to try and heal me
Maybe be appealing maybe grow a fan base
But honestly I only make this
Music for my own sake
You want my own take? Here's my two cents
I don't need your recognition just
A record with depth
An intense one that just lets me just vent
One that knows when I'm happy
Or I wanna get bent
And guess what homeboy? that's
All I ever need a CD full of a songs and a
Mic for me to speak into
If music speaks to you please, take heed:
Think about it, write it down
Find someone who you can teach it to
I'm not preachin' dude
I'm just trying to cleanse
A lyrical colonic
Shake the demons in my head
Sometimes you've gotta purge yourself to
Make it out of bed

The hands go up, but they always come down
That's the sad truth when you're
Living for the crowd
The show's been over, but you still wanna bow
You really should hang it up
But you're just too proud
The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud
Even in the booth you've
Been havin' little doubts
You put headphones on and drink
'till you pass out
Praying for a drought help you
Shake your dark cloud

Inspiration don't come cheap these days
So I go the opposite direction
Tryin' to keep this faith no religion
But hip hop has given me the opportunity
To put a hundred percent into something
That is true to me
And Usually my muses show up
So I start sippin'
Allow me to gas myself so I stop trippin
And overthinking and analyzing
Everything I do so I can find out what
Life looks easier for you
How the hell did I develop
All of this social anxiety
And fuck a zoloft! I roll off and get high
With these bottles and beers
Trying to forget those years
I don't need a script doctor
But let's just say cheers and tip that
Say sip sip sippin' on the jazzers
And when your people join you
Then you know it's going to be magic
But when you're on a vision quest
They say that it's a hazard but trust me
I would never let it turn to something tragic
There's been to many kids lost
In my home town
Must be something in the water shed
'cuz I know now
Suicidal teens ain't born, they're bred
So give them something to hope for
Instead of pullin' the thread
Unravellin' all of their dreams at the seams
I believe in doing for self
But it's nice having a team
That's why I self medicate
Just to help meditate

The hands go up, but they always come down
That's the sad truth when you're
Living for the crowd
The show's been over, but you still wanna bow
You really should hang it up
But you're just too proud
The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud
Even in the booth you've
Been havin' little doubts
You put headphones on and drink
'till you pass out
Praying for a drought help you
Shake your dark cloud

The 16s we rip 'em
The pen's scribbles explicit
Mic booth is a closet
Until the studio's finished
Gaurenteed that when we get legit
I'm going to miss it
But until then we circle the rag
And stay on the mission
A hotbed of ideas, our pens are best friends
I've driven through carpal tunnel
That's hell but the road ends
We've blazing our own path
We work as our own staff
No paychecks get cut, but fuck we'll get past
I stay sipping the bourbon and
Even though it's a weakness
I need it to find the freedom to
Make real what I keep dreamin i mean it
I promise I can surely keep my seams sewn up
As long as I only have to
Pretend to be a grown up
These headphones are worn
The paint's starting to fade
High's starting to clip
Lows starting to wane but no need to worry
The musics gonna get made
And even when we pass out
Wake up to a new day like