GrewSum - Dreamers lyrics

I'm getting kind of old for this shit
(shit, shit)
But I still can't get over this shit, no, no
I need to be alone for a bit
To think about this hole that I'm in, so low
Maybe I should give it up cause
I'm sick of feeling stuck
All they want is money and
I just don't get enough
The bills are piling up and they
Just don't give a fuck
This ain't a world that's
Built for dreamers no

I was so positive that I could make it work
That was two thousand and five
I was creative and at first
I was sure I was amazing
I was out to get my worth
In retrospect I could've made it
But I only made it worse
Now it's twenty twenty-two
I just struggle now and lose
At this point I'm almost over it
What the fuck should I do?
Every minute my brain is in it, creating
Making moves so it's hard to bе
Dedicated to anything elsе, it's true
It's almost like a disease
All the light that I need is in this music
If I lose it, what's my life gonna be?
The thought of it is just awful
I wanna fight to achieve
But every time I fail, it hurts
And it drops me right to my knees
Gave up everything that I had to be
A dad and don't regret it
But was sure that I was just leaving
It somewhere to go get it
Now he's older and I'm ready to
Show him my golden methods
But he also sees I'm broken
That show is a broken record

I'm getting kind of old for this shit
(shit, shit)
But I still can't get over this shit, no, no
I need to be alone for a bit
To think about this hole that I'm in, so low
Maybe I should give it up cause
I'm sick of feeling stuck
All they want is money and
I just don't get enough
The bills are piling up and they
Just don't give a fuck
This ain't a world that's
Built for dreamers no

I'm pushing forty
It's crazy how quick it happened
In my head I'm nineteen still
And I just discovered rapping
Those Tech N9ne multiple syllables
Had me captured kicking similar patterns
Freestyles I was crafting
Doomsday Productions had me hooked
With all the darkness
And the Dark Carnival was the
Family I always wanted
Sly Boogy was snapping
Crooked I was the hardest
And Mike Shinoda was crazy
Masterfully mixing genres
Brotha Lynch Hung was ripping guts to
Bring them home for supper (supper, supper)
KMK was getting blazed
It's like we know each other (other)
And I would just get lost within
It all and fade away (away)
Dreaming I could help to grow the
Road that they had paved (paved)
But the minute I got close I
Had to go and say (say)
A bunch of shit I didn't know
Would blow up in my face (in my face)
All these years later I swear
I'm my biggest hater
Cause I ruined every chance I
Ever had to become greater

I'm getting kind of old for this shit
(shit, shit)
But I still can't get over this shit, no, no
I need to be alone for a bit
To think about this hole that I'm in, so low
Maybe I should give it up cause
I'm sick of feeling stuck
All they want is money and
I just don't get enough
The bills are piling up and they
Just don't give a fuck
This ain't a world that's
Built for dreamers no