Quadeca - The Least Listened Song on the Album lyrics
[Quadeca - The Least Listened Song on the Album lyrics]
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
And I assure you a bad relation
But who the fuck am I
To give relationship advice
And why's a fifteen-year old sayin' how
To make it in this life?
I don't know, new year, new me? No
It fuckin' isn't
Woke up, 2016, not a fuckin' difference
I guess they went out to party
I was runnin' business
Sometimes, I sit and wonder
"Where is all the fun in this shit?"
A lack of reward, a lack of respect
A lack of appreciation comin’
Back on my check
My own company be fuckin’ me over
They be runnin' weak, they crumbling
Up in the corner
Till they come and see how one could
Governin’ over my whole money tree
And cutting the branches off as if
It don't belong to me
That shit is constantly hauntin' me
But at least I can stop to leave
In a month, thank God for me
I cannot believe
A hundred-thousand-plus people follow me
Even though we've had some bumps
In growth, that’s shit's amazin'
True honesty
Can come back to hurt me in the end
If I mask that shit
I'd be seen firstly as a friend
It's a pain in the ass, but fuck it
No pun intended
'Cause I'm so ready to travel
Your luggage left unattended, yeah
The least listened song on the album
The least listened song on the album
How come, when you try to talk some sense
Yeah, they never want to spend
Any time you're around 'em?
Even if they- hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah
And even if they hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not to jinx it
But I'm pickin' certain windows to fame
Got a lot of support from random
Strangers that I have never met
Better yet, the minute you change it
Bet they all get upset
Like you only exist as this one element
Take a breath of fresh O2 when
They can't get with it
Kind of a humblebrag, I'll admit
It, I did it, spitted
I'll fix it, miss it, hit it, submit it
Until it fit in i'll do it
Keep on improvin' with music that
I will fuse with
I'm usin' a couple moves, and
So, people know I'm pursuin', and
When you dream about the hall-of-fame
You think about how people used
To call you names
And you check and wonder if it
Would be all the same
Step back into reality, it all remains
The least listened song on the album
The least listened song on the album
How come, when you try to talk some sense
Yeah, they never want to spend
Any time you're around 'em?
And even if they- hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah
And even if they hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin'
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
And I assure you a bad relation
But who the fuck am I
To give relationship advice
And why's a fifteen-year old sayin' how
To make it in this life?
I don't know, new year, new me? No
It fuckin' isn't
Woke up, 2016, not a fuckin' difference
I guess they went out to party
I was runnin' business
Sometimes, I sit and wonder
"Where is all the fun in this shit?"
A lack of reward, a lack of respect
A lack of appreciation comin’
Back on my check
My own company be fuckin’ me over
They be runnin' weak, they crumbling
Up in the corner
Till they come and see how one could
Governin’ over my whole money tree
And cutting the branches off as if
It don't belong to me
That shit is constantly hauntin' me
But at least I can stop to leave
In a month, thank God for me
I cannot believe
A hundred-thousand-plus people follow me
Even though we've had some bumps
In growth, that’s shit's amazin'
True honesty
Can come back to hurt me in the end
If I mask that shit
I'd be seen firstly as a friend
It's a pain in the ass, but fuck it
No pun intended
'Cause I'm so ready to travel
Your luggage left unattended, yeah
The least listened song on the album
The least listened song on the album
How come, when you try to talk some sense
Yeah, they never want to spend
Any time you're around 'em?
Even if they- hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah
And even if they hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not to jinx it
But I'm pickin' certain windows to fame
Got a lot of support from random
Strangers that I have never met
Better yet, the minute you change it
Bet they all get upset
Like you only exist as this one element
Take a breath of fresh O2 when
They can't get with it
Kind of a humblebrag, I'll admit
It, I did it, spitted
I'll fix it, miss it, hit it, submit it
Until it fit in i'll do it
Keep on improvin' with music that
I will fuse with
I'm usin' a couple moves, and
So, people know I'm pursuin', and
When you dream about the hall-of-fame
You think about how people used
To call you names
And you check and wonder if it
Would be all the same
Step back into reality, it all remains
The least listened song on the album
The least listened song on the album
How come, when you try to talk some sense
Yeah, they never want to spend
Any time you're around 'em?
And even if they- hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah
And even if they hear it, man
I doubt that they'd be listenin'