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MOZART
by Notebook
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They don't love you 'til you're gone
Every time, I give my all
I take two steps and hit a wall
Should I rise, could I fall?
Do I answer when they call?
You can see the pain in my eyes every day when I write
Like an obituary. I want to make it, but I can't seem
To earn (Urn) enough of the credit or get the love or respect. I never wanted a check
I was safely disguised; crazy and shy. But, so creative
I tried takin' the microphone like it was made to be mine
Sat in the mirror, tackled the fear of being on stage full of fright
With a white face like a mime. Cut a hole in my stomach
Gutted myself and said: Escape, Butterflies
Stitches to pull it back together. It couldn't have been as clearer
Years pass, I'm playin' a live show. I'm amazed; it was like home
And I prayed that I'd find hope. Look at how the tables turn
Time floated by and it's like the engine inside broke
I created so many albums + E.P's at a high volume; put out so freely
I thought I was about to be seen, but this is the outcome
I could make a list of the foul ones who degrade the game for pay
But I'm sure it'd be way insane to say
It's a shame what their mouth does. A&R's found puppets
To reach around, shove their hand in their ass
So, they just say what the label makes them say
Chains create a Slave
And I'm more like Prince, The Artist
Instrumental started, the lyrics carved, then I hit record
Engineer it all. Precision sharpened. I am Mozart
But, I sit and watch shit not hit the charts
Do I quit tomorrow or give my heart?
They don't love you 'til you're gone
Every time, I give my all
I take two steps and hit a wall
Should I rise, could I fall?
Do I answer when they call?
They don't love you 'til you're gone
They don't, they don't. They don't, they don't
They don't love you 'til you're gone
They don't, they don't
They don't love you 'til you're gone
Every time, I give my all
I take two steps and hit a wall
Should I rise, could I fall?
Do I answer when they call?
You can see the pain in my eyes every day when I write
Like an obituary. I want to make it, but I can't seem
To earn (Urn) enough of the credit or get the love or respect. I never wanted a check
I was safely disguised; crazy and shy. But, so creative
I tried takin' the microphone like it was made to be mine
Sat in the mirror, tackled the fear of being on stage full of fright
With a white face like a mime. Cut a hole in my stomach
Gutted myself and said: Escape, Butterflies
Stitches to pull it back together. It couldn't have been as clearer
Years pass, I'm playin' a live show. I'm amazed; it was like home
And I prayed that I'd find hope. Look at how the tables turn
Time floated by and it's like the engine inside broke
I created so many albums + E.P's at a high volume; put out so freely
I thought I was about to be seen, but this is the outcome
I could make a list of the foul ones who degrade the game for pay
But I'm sure it'd be way insane to say
It's a shame what their mouth does. A&R's found puppets
To reach around, shove their hand in their ass
So, they just say what the label makes them say
Chains create a Slave
And I'm more like Prince, The Artist
Instrumental started, the lyrics carved, then I hit record
Engineer it all. Precision sharpened. I am Mozart
But, I sit and watch shit not hit the charts
Do I quit tomorrow or give my heart?
They don't love you 'til you're gone
Every time, I give my all
I take two steps and hit a wall
Should I rise, could I fall?
Do I answer when they call?
They don't love you 'til you're gone
They don't, they don't. They don't, they don't
They don't love you 'til you're gone
They don't, they don't
