Quadeca - Easiest To Write (Hardest To Sing) lyrics
[Quadeca - Easiest To Write Hardest To Sing lyrics]
These are the easiest to write but the hardest to sing
Got everything I'd ever need I can't be wanting a thing
But to be honest I could really use that car or a ring
And I've got some clout but I can't stop till I'm a star or a king
But I want my mom to know I've got a stable job but I think
That I'm underwater with these expectations watching me sink
Can't escape it in their eyes it's like they're watching me blink
But I don't know how many dollars that this songs gonna bring
I wish my numbers were a bit bigger
I wish my girl was just a bit thicker
I wish that I was just a bit richer
Short cut a bit quicker
You only look at photos on a iPhone like how could you see a big picture
Me and you we got some backwards priorities
You tryna smash through the past up in your frat or sorority
I'm tryna master my craft fuck that whole trap into normalcy
It's boring me
All I need is a lack of authority
And fuck the majority got me feeling alienated
My songs so out of this world people claim that aliens made em
Cause maybe I'm crazy but please don't blame me, hate me
Just listen
Living a dream's fucking with my circadian rhythm
Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking I will see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
I just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions yea
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up
They don't want me to go on a trap beat
They just want me to go to the backstreets
Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese
It's past me
Wanna steer the wheel but I'm still stuck up in the backseat
I feel like I'm being driven by all my passengers
I imagine a Tesla but really I'm in the Acura
All I ever wanted, but fuck I know I don't have enough
Got me mad as fuck when I add it up. Like I brag for what?
Say they can't understand but say that I don't rap fast enough
I been crafting these tracks like what will actually grasp enough
Had to take step back
And realize who I'm rapping for
Who I'm mining my passion for
Who the fuck's really counting score
I do this shit for myself
I don't need anyone else
Then I'm alone
Then no one's calling my phone
Then I'll be calling for help
With no one around
I might fall and make a sound
But no one hears it till I drown
Till my body hit the ground
Till they walk me into town
Like look who the fuck that we found
Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking I will see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
I just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions yea
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up
Got everything I'd ever need I can't be wanting a thing
But to be honest I could really use that car or a ring
And I've got some clout but I can't stop till I'm a star or a king
But I want my mom to know I've got a stable job but I think
That I'm underwater with these expectations watching me sink
Can't escape it in their eyes it's like they're watching me blink
But I don't know how many dollars that this songs gonna bring
I wish my numbers were a bit bigger
I wish my girl was just a bit thicker
I wish that I was just a bit richer
Short cut a bit quicker
You only look at photos on a iPhone like how could you see a big picture
Me and you we got some backwards priorities
You tryna smash through the past up in your frat or sorority
I'm tryna master my craft fuck that whole trap into normalcy
It's boring me
All I need is a lack of authority
And fuck the majority got me feeling alienated
My songs so out of this world people claim that aliens made em
Cause maybe I'm crazy but please don't blame me, hate me
Just listen
Living a dream's fucking with my circadian rhythm
Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking I will see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
I just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions yea
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up
They don't want me to go on a trap beat
They just want me to go to the backstreets
Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese
It's past me
Wanna steer the wheel but I'm still stuck up in the backseat
I feel like I'm being driven by all my passengers
I imagine a Tesla but really I'm in the Acura
All I ever wanted, but fuck I know I don't have enough
Got me mad as fuck when I add it up. Like I brag for what?
Say they can't understand but say that I don't rap fast enough
I been crafting these tracks like what will actually grasp enough
Had to take step back
And realize who I'm rapping for
Who I'm mining my passion for
Who the fuck's really counting score
I do this shit for myself
I don't need anyone else
Then I'm alone
Then no one's calling my phone
Then I'll be calling for help
With no one around
I might fall and make a sound
But no one hears it till I drown
Till my body hit the ground
Till they walk me into town
Like look who the fuck that we found
Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking I will see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
I just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions yea
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up