Knowmads - Pop Culture lyrics

I've been doing this since I was thirteen
Man uh

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Uh, yeah

You probably think that I won't ever grow up
But stop acting like there's something
Out there better than love
Another struggle rapper talkin' bout he
Down on his luck what make you special
Make you expect that you'd ever blow up?

You just a normal ass


Ego-trippin' loaner with a boarding pass
Sitting on your Macbook
Rapping and recording tracks
Dream-chasing dropout
Finishing your undergrad
White people problems
I don't listen to that sort-of trash

Plus that underground style been dated
The game ain't the same as
When Eminem made it blah blah blah
All them lyrics make my head hurt
You should save your money up
And buy a new sweatshirt

Music don't sell if you can't sell an image
You need to find an angle
Like a joke or a gimmick
Like Macklemore or Lil' Dicky
Look how they did it
What makes your raps real if
You can't make a living?

Being conscious and lit these days
To be honest
You can't even make a hit these days
While you waste your life out
There tryna get these plays
You gon' lose a good woman
Hope you miss me babe
Said I hope that you find
What you're looking for
Seems you always got somewhere to go
But don't come back round here anymore
I'll be gone, won't see you tomorrow

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

Yeah, well the homie got a plug at the agency
But they saying that you shit out of luck
Cause that boom bap rap ain't poppin' no more
And it ain't worth following up (nah)
Ayo, I wonder what it take
Just to land that deal
How they twice as big but only half as real
They wanna fake getting soft
For that mass appeal
Make it hard to tell the
World how you actually feel

Say shit like "it's lit" and
"I have no chill"
Then post pics of this drip
Push bags of pills
No cap, mask off, gon' crack the seal
Up in the whip
Let this drunk chick grab the wheel

Man I can't keep pace
Tryna chase what's cool
I need to be laced with
Jewels or with face tattoos
To break through pop culture
Change the color of your hair
Just don't forget when you was bummy
With no money to spare

No washer, no heater, both still under repair
Asking the homie if it's cool
To borrow something to wear
No rent money, next month was up in the air
And had to learn the hard way
Baby nothing is fair

Through the trial and error
Ask me why do I care
Will you be happy when you
Rapping out in Madison Square?
Let the fame take the place
Of the moments we shared
Cause, I was chasing after something
That was already there

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Catch my break

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

I'm sick of feeling like I'm never enough
In a world where the money
How we measure it up
Or maybe I'm just too depressed
And obsessed with this stuff
And think my life be worth less
If I never blew up

I got homies working office jobs
Could've been rockstars
Others rocking world tours
Barely even got bars
Maybe I could sell cars, try to meet a quota
Spend my time typing as a web design coder

The truth is I'd rather be broke on the road
Making gas money back off of small town shows
My bags in the trunk living in between homes
Just to feel like there's meaning to
My flesh and my bones

And that means that you see me
As a text on your phone
And the stress got us feeling like
It's best to move on
How it feel to go to sleep
When your best friend is gone
Clingin' to your dream with
Your headphones on

Well the homie got a plug at the agency
But they saying that you shit out of luck
Cause that boom bap rap ain't poppin' no more
And it ain't worth following up

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every
Single dollar I make

Cause, I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Catch my break

Said I hope that you find
What you're looking for
Seems you always got somewhere to go
But don't come back round here anymore
I'll be gone, won't see you tomorrow