Deca - Big Time lyrics
[Deca - Big Time lyrics]
Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things
Broke, Stressed, Hopeless
Fresh out the Ocean's depths
Overslept, woke up in a cold sweat
Soaking wet below the threshold
Too breathed to get the full effects
And when the sun shines you can
Feel it in your solar plex-
(Is) it all a dream? (yes)
Is it all in vain? (no)
Pulling out a brainchild with
Forceps is painful
Think big, aim high, entertain angels
Stay gold and disdainful of the "same old"
"He's got a good song he's
Got a certain style
Every goddess on the planet wants
To have his child" (Wow)
Thinking out loud, exhaling brown clouds
Your guns go pow pow
They're not figurative, I don't throw stones
I aim high and shoot holes in the ozone
I got big plans, to do big things
To spit pristine sixteens and live dreams
Look at me the pipe dream
I'm doing things my music bangs
(Mmm i'm Deca One, yeah)
Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things
(Ahh) these sneak thieves trying to
Snatch what I got
I took the product off the table and
Put it back in my sock
Take a page out my book
Sign your name to the top
Take the hand you hold the mic with
And place it on the chopping block
I'll lop it off, watch it drop and leak fluid
Like your pop's old Buick, Judas
First you gotta go through this
You gotta make sure your back's strong
I did everything they glorify in rap songs
Made a fast buck, hubris, space drums
Gassed up by an opportunist
With a snake's tongue sounds dubious
Catching blown kisses from a cutie's lip
Acting out scenes from a movie script
I play a man that overslept
Woke up in a cold sweat
Soaking wet and got dressed
Grabbed his coat and left
By day he swallows pride and tries
Not to choke to death
By night he dreams little dreams
Of the Ocean's depths
Look at me i'm pressing buttons
I'm doing things my music bangs
(Mmm huh? yeah, yeah)
Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things
Broke, Stressed, Hopeless
Fresh out the Ocean's depths
Overslept, woke up in a cold sweat
Soaking wet below the threshold
Too breathed to get the full effects
And when the sun shines you can
Feel it in your solar plex-
(Is) it all a dream? (yes)
Is it all in vain? (no)
Pulling out a brainchild with
Forceps is painful
Think big, aim high, entertain angels
Stay gold and disdainful of the "same old"
"He's got a good song he's
Got a certain style
Every goddess on the planet wants
To have his child" (Wow)
Thinking out loud, exhaling brown clouds
Your guns go pow pow
They're not figurative, I don't throw stones
I aim high and shoot holes in the ozone
I got big plans, to do big things
To spit pristine sixteens and live dreams
Look at me the pipe dream
I'm doing things my music bangs
(Mmm i'm Deca One, yeah)
Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things
(Ahh) these sneak thieves trying to
Snatch what I got
I took the product off the table and
Put it back in my sock
Take a page out my book
Sign your name to the top
Take the hand you hold the mic with
And place it on the chopping block
I'll lop it off, watch it drop and leak fluid
Like your pop's old Buick, Judas
First you gotta go through this
You gotta make sure your back's strong
I did everything they glorify in rap songs
Made a fast buck, hubris, space drums
Gassed up by an opportunist
With a snake's tongue sounds dubious
Catching blown kisses from a cutie's lip
Acting out scenes from a movie script
I play a man that overslept
Woke up in a cold sweat
Soaking wet and got dressed
Grabbed his coat and left
By day he swallows pride and tries
Not to choke to death
By night he dreams little dreams
Of the Ocean's depths
Look at me i'm pressing buttons
I'm doing things my music bangs
(Mmm huh? yeah, yeah)
Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things