Prelude screaming into space
Morado III
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I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a f*ck Album's been done for a year and still ain't been released I think I'm the wrong kind of engineer having OCD Then I'm flat off key, what the f*ck made me think I could sing Obsessing over little tweaks nobody gon' notice but me Just to put an album out and nobody notice but me I ain't even been posting these days cause why When you un-signed you get just as far if you don't even try I could post a pic with God and not get seven likes Or sell my soul for one with the devil and not get six sixty-six The fortune favors the fortunate get over it Ninety-nine percent of artists don't make it And ninety-nine point nine percent of that one who do Are connected or born rich I can't be the only one that knows this And I swear all they stories is cheese If you ain't have no opportunities you wouldn't have made it as a teen If you did it all yourself you wouldn't be thanking a team Ain't a chance that you self made please All you ever had to do was try you ain't even have to dream Bitch, hard work is easy What's hard is working hard and never seeing a change Continuing to do the same while convincing yourself you ain't going insane And now you're looking for nouns to blame Was it your people or your town Wait, you was fucking around enjoying things Oh, self-deprecation and the joy it brings How dare I enjoy my life with my gorgeous wife I ain't settle for Sure they got more money than me but I ain't poor And I seem to have the things they money can't buy Acting like it means nothing but you sure did try What you judge it by Quantity or quality I can give it all but equality Cause y'all not me and unfortunately I give all of me Y'all gon' solve for pie before you solvin me Yall all cake got me in a diabetic coma catching them Z's I could dead y'all since I was a teen in tall tees Mama worked an extra job just to keep me in gymboree Now I'm in my home gym working like it's them or me Still sin but I'm blessed you see F*ck college I need money in my wallet So I dropped out at the 9th and applied for SUC But got into hard knocks and knocked harder Helped turn them Shadow Ridge apartments into the Carter But hearing Boobie with God got me moving like a shooter on guard Trying to power forward My dogs got sons got daughters and they need a father Lately I've been missing from church but ay Jesus died for our sins so I don't need a altar to pray You ain't a Christian you a biblian you lost your way The words says bring them as they are You say unless they're gay Rest of the sinners in the congregation okay why Cause they straight and fill the plate This shit is wild Swear if Christ was here now He'd be murdered by the pastor's wife and child Just to protect they lifestyle Yeah a lot of shit on my mind And I still got some questions I be looking for signs A lot of brothers I been missing we been looking for time But you been building your life while I'm building mine We say it's fine to laugh about highlights of wild nights While wasting what's finite Then go back to chasing dreams they keep out of our reach and sight Got me screaming in the space Wishing there was still a reason to fight
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