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All I Ever Wanted

 

All I Ever Wanted

(álbum: Nothing Like The First Time - 2012)


[Verse 1:]
My looks wrong, I know I sound odd

But when I hit the mic the first time, I found God
I'm not downtrodden, lack a great bod, and I be looking more like the crowd on Cape Cod
But ever since I pumped up my Reeboks, before "Fiddy" and his unit from the G block
I been rhyming in the mirror, blending in,
like a diamond in the clear, trying to strut it like a peacock
I taught myself how to beat box
When I was listening to Jay 5 and Pete Rock
2Pac and Chief Rock, you know, that we gotcha
Chilling like a meat locker, hotter than some sriracha
Sip a bitter memory, and make an ugly face as if it's nothing but some cheap vodka
Just some fucking mind erasers
But I'm from the bay, and we don't spend a dime on chasers

[Hook:]
All I wanted to do is write rhymes
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes
(Huh?) Is that a crime?
(What?) To write rhymes?

[Verse 2:]
I don't be an economist
I don't want to be a cheap novelist
I don't want to be a weed or a botanist
I don't want to be a pimp or bottom bitch
I don't want to be a strip club manager
And I'd hate to be a strip club janitor
Mopping up for crusty ass customer, bust in their nuts in the cuts I
Just wanna bust a verse
I don't wanna be a court jester
I don't want to be a royal poison tester
I don't wanna pick up dog crap for park and rec
And I don't want to be a doghouse architect
I don't want to be a server
I don't want to flip beef burgers
Be a beat maker
A wal mart greeter
A CEO, an astronaut or a fucking sheep herder

[Verse 3:]
But the sad fact is, most real folks don't get don't get to practice
What we love for a living
We do backflips
And no matter where we're at on the atlas
Earth spins on it's axis
Back to the rat race
Run the hampster wheel
At a mad pace
We'll run laps till our last days
Just a beast till the last rose petal drops in the glass case

I'm one of a lucky bunch
But I upchuck my free lunch when sucker punched
I'm fucking up, I don't want to free pass
When my ancestors potatoes rotted in the field they would have to eat grass
And folks put on ski masks
When their back's against the wall throwing right hooks
And I just wanna pen verses, write hooks
Man I'm such lucky asshole
Someone fucking slap me with my rhymebook

feito

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