REVERIE, Spok Beats - On The Road lyrics
[REVERIE, Spok Beats - On The Road lyrics]
There's just so much about life that
We ain't gon' ever understand
But me, give up on life? I'll be damned!
I travel through the lands and
I sacrifice my stability
My relationship, my family, the gravity
That holds me down when I'm feeling suicidal
But underground hip hop is
Like my fucking bible
They tell me I'm an idol, enjoy my recitals
But, you won't ever feel the pressure
From doing what I do
Sitting writing lyrics thinking
Nothing's good enough
I try to write something
Inspirational but homie, growing up
That's all about I think about
When I'm bumping instrumentals
My house is made of glass but
It's hard to stay gentle
My mental stability is limited
They feeling me
The crowd screams for an encore
But this depression's killing me
My ability to speak my mind
It's a gift and a curse and it's mine, oh
Mine
So when I'm on the road I hope
That you'll be thinking 'bout me
I hope that you can't even eat
And you're sick without me
Cause that's how I feel when I'm with you
There's such little time and so much to do
See, the pressure from progression will
Surely teach you some lessons
I got questions about this profession
Should my happiness be second?
And my career first?
What should me the order?
I just don't know anymore shit's so distorted
I love my fans and I love the connections
It's a blessing knowing I'm helping people
Cause that was not my intention
I was just wenting, I was just seventeen
Tryna lace a fucking track up
Way out in the IE i would always be crying
Writing lyrics everyday
'Bout my brothers up in juvy
And the shit I used to slang
And how my daddy moved away
And my momma beating me
And how I just don't wanna fucking
Live life so I stay
Banging on these streets and
Tagging my graffiti see, five years ago
I ain't nobody wanna be me!
And now you bitches see me and
Now you bitches love me!
And now I'm eating steak
Homie! Fuck being hungry!
We ain't gon' ever understand
But me, give up on life? I'll be damned!
I travel through the lands and
I sacrifice my stability
My relationship, my family, the gravity
That holds me down when I'm feeling suicidal
But underground hip hop is
Like my fucking bible
They tell me I'm an idol, enjoy my recitals
But, you won't ever feel the pressure
From doing what I do
Sitting writing lyrics thinking
Nothing's good enough
I try to write something
Inspirational but homie, growing up
That's all about I think about
When I'm bumping instrumentals
My house is made of glass but
It's hard to stay gentle
My mental stability is limited
They feeling me
The crowd screams for an encore
But this depression's killing me
My ability to speak my mind
It's a gift and a curse and it's mine, oh
Mine
So when I'm on the road I hope
That you'll be thinking 'bout me
I hope that you can't even eat
And you're sick without me
Cause that's how I feel when I'm with you
There's such little time and so much to do
See, the pressure from progression will
Surely teach you some lessons
I got questions about this profession
Should my happiness be second?
And my career first?
What should me the order?
I just don't know anymore shit's so distorted
I love my fans and I love the connections
It's a blessing knowing I'm helping people
Cause that was not my intention
I was just wenting, I was just seventeen
Tryna lace a fucking track up
Way out in the IE i would always be crying
Writing lyrics everyday
'Bout my brothers up in juvy
And the shit I used to slang
And how my daddy moved away
And my momma beating me
And how I just don't wanna fucking
Live life so I stay
Banging on these streets and
Tagging my graffiti see, five years ago
I ain't nobody wanna be me!
And now you bitches see me and
Now you bitches love me!
And now I'm eating steak
Homie! Fuck being hungry!