Sandpeople - Lose It lyrics
[Sandpeople - Lose It lyrics]
I can’t deal with the bull
I’m fed up and broke, going Incredible Hulk
Let’s credit the culprit
My pops don’t understand that I
Got some other plans
When he’s off the clock I
Still end up rockin’ in front of fans
(Screw 'em)
And every time I consider resigning
My credit card declines
This isn’t a good sign
I’m stressed out, unsigned
Just about to lose my mind
Like rent bill’s due yesterday, man
I’m so behind
Sittin’ in my lab pressin’ buttons
To get it bumpin’
Your head is thrustin’ up and
Down like I invented somеthin’
I’ll lust for the love, forget thе money
But if you want something for free
Don’t act like it’s expected of me
Yea, I work at home and I’m the boss
But it’s like
Making music for fun is more like a job
Gettin’ all anal retentive
Tryna pay close attention to detail
I’ll lose it and break my equipment
Like, fuck it
I begin to lose control
Yea, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, Uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, Uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea I’m bout to, I’m bout to, I’m bout to
I’ve been grinding for a minute
Rhyming even longer why sign to a sponsor
But sell-out to big business?
These corporate sluts wanna make
A fortune off us
But Hip Hop’s more than a buck
It’s a art form that I love
And I swore to the Lord above
That this performer’s more than ya
Average, ordinary, watered down recorded bum
Born with the formula for success
We flow with the Northwest’s best
Hot off the George Forman
The chef’s orders up
I only finish the day cause I gotta get paid
A remedial job for my age
Still I manage to stay ahead of the curve
Ready to serve insecure rappers
I’m better with words
This veteran’s learned that after
The blood and the sweat comes
The trouble with debt
I’ve had enough of the repetition
But I’m up against a system
And it’s obvious now that every step taken
Gets me closer to giving up
Or closer to making it what?
I begin to lose control
Yea, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea I’m bout to, I’m bout to, I’m bout to
Let me hit this don’t get it twisted, dog
A lot of things piss me off
I’ll list ‘em all one – Bad sound systems
Two – People that sit around
Listen to my freestyle
And tell me it sounds written
Three – It’s the folks that I don’t even know
Tryna get in free at the show
Damn people I’m broke
Four – Written down rhymes, I don’t do that
Five – Getting outshined on a crew track
Like
I’m fed up and broke, going Incredible Hulk
Let’s credit the culprit
My pops don’t understand that I
Got some other plans
When he’s off the clock I
Still end up rockin’ in front of fans
(Screw 'em)
And every time I consider resigning
My credit card declines
This isn’t a good sign
I’m stressed out, unsigned
Just about to lose my mind
Like rent bill’s due yesterday, man
I’m so behind
Sittin’ in my lab pressin’ buttons
To get it bumpin’
Your head is thrustin’ up and
Down like I invented somеthin’
I’ll lust for the love, forget thе money
But if you want something for free
Don’t act like it’s expected of me
Yea, I work at home and I’m the boss
But it’s like
Making music for fun is more like a job
Gettin’ all anal retentive
Tryna pay close attention to detail
I’ll lose it and break my equipment
Like, fuck it
I begin to lose control
Yea, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, Uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, Uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea I’m bout to, I’m bout to, I’m bout to
I’ve been grinding for a minute
Rhyming even longer why sign to a sponsor
But sell-out to big business?
These corporate sluts wanna make
A fortune off us
But Hip Hop’s more than a buck
It’s a art form that I love
And I swore to the Lord above
That this performer’s more than ya
Average, ordinary, watered down recorded bum
Born with the formula for success
We flow with the Northwest’s best
Hot off the George Forman
The chef’s orders up
I only finish the day cause I gotta get paid
A remedial job for my age
Still I manage to stay ahead of the curve
Ready to serve insecure rappers
I’m better with words
This veteran’s learned that after
The blood and the sweat comes
The trouble with debt
I’ve had enough of the repetition
But I’m up against a system
And it’s obvious now that every step taken
Gets me closer to giving up
Or closer to making it what?
I begin to lose control
Yea, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea, uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it i begin to lose control
Yea I’m bout to, I’m bout to, I’m bout to
Let me hit this don’t get it twisted, dog
A lot of things piss me off
I’ll list ‘em all one – Bad sound systems
Two – People that sit around
Listen to my freestyle
And tell me it sounds written
Three – It’s the folks that I don’t even know
Tryna get in free at the show
Damn people I’m broke
Four – Written down rhymes, I don’t do that
Five – Getting outshined on a crew track
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