Come Up
Zachadelic
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I never saw this life coming, it's not a secret If you'd have told me years ago, I just wouldn't believe it A fat white kid with a Tech Deck, couldn't stop eatin' They love you, then they start to hate you, shit, 'tis the season Hallways, before class, my freshman year When rap music was still the furthest thing from my ear Had that classic rock on blast, it's still near and dear Thinkin' bout what the f*ck I should do for a career But then this kid sits across from us, and I think he's cool He's actin' like he's popular, shit, what else to do? What else I do? I follow, another to the crew He'd play music out his phone, thinkin' back it's rude I wanna be like him, for whatever reason I didn't know myself yet, I started takin' pieces Of other people I admired, maybe I'd feel completed He started playin' Lil Wayne, some Drake, then repeat it Later that night, go on iTunes, search up some artists Listen to previews, every song I like, I bought it I'm so confused, mind stopping, gotta be honest I hated rap my whole life, now I think I'm retarded The melody, what they tellin' me, the life of celebrities I'd listen every single night 'til I fell asleep Boi-1da, T-Minus, obsessed with the beats Drake, Wayne, Kendrick, I'm obsessed with the beasts They start rappin' bout money, bitches, and all their ice How they went from a waste of life to the greatest life I'm 13, thinkin' shit, sound like it might be nice And then I saw my life change right before my eyes Look at me now, rappin' Look At Me Now Spittin' full speed, rappin', mama look at me now I found some shit I really enjoyed, and damn I feel proud And started seeing jaws drop, when they counted me out, look at me now Months go by, start writing my own shit Pound Cake instrumental, on some notes in the phone shit Lookin' back on the lyrics, I mean I gotta own it Rappin' bullshit, like I got bitches I'm going home with They say practice makes perfect, shit, it better be worth it But see, the more you start to write, more you think you deserve it Record some songs, you're feeling your presence start to surface But no one seems to give a shit, and I feel like I'm worthless I mean I got an EP I barely promoted I got some singles that I put my heart and soul in But if I keep complaining and don't do nothing, I ain't focused It's my fault if I don't make these motherfuckers notice, I Was writing for months, not one song finished Went to record, shit didn't turn out how I visioned So now I'm sad as f*ck, stuck questioning my ambition This is all I really wanted, I can't do nothing different So now I'm writing back to back, track after track, bet I'll come back I say it, though I don't believe it, just know where I'm at No connections, I gotta put myself on the map If this ain't do it, then I'm givin' up Shit, it's a wrap
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