I Owe Myself
I never went to college, ok I did but I dropped out
Too cool for school I guess I passed out
The grades weren't the problem it was more the methamphetamine
And showing up to class shit that wasn't my pedigree
On the fast track to success in my backpack
Till one day I just up and quit and had enough and that's that
And looking back it's like the best that ever happened
Started rapping now I travel round the world now imagine that
People told me I was foolish till I showed em wrong
All my friends graduated started moving on
And here I sit in the same city I grew up about to blow up
And shit I'll probably never leave
But really I just found a way that I can still achieve
Cause sitting at a desk pushing papers isn't me
I'm born to inspire against the grain
I'm admired for acquiring the balls required to not retire
Let's go
I owe myself for all my struggles and all of my pain
I owe myself for all the success that's coming my way
I don't ever wanna walk away, I don't want anyone to feel any blame
I just want them to feel entertained with my name in the game
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Life is funny how you're given what you're given
And supposed to make a masterpiece outta the scraps
I guess we're all some engineers in this matrix of life
We sharpen our skills but still get inundated with strife
I'm almost positive that we ain't truly supposed to succeed
You see the rich people they need people working like me
And all the poor people their just left working for free
And meant to scare the middle class into working for cheap and see
I didn't like it so I made my own lane chose to nurture my ambition
I was born to entertain
Now I'm writing for a living and living up out my destiny
I'm focused on my future and the ways to be a better me
And in my honor
I'm working just like my father coming from the rock bottom
I'm counting up every dollar
I'm a blue collar scholar, considered a shot caller
Come and hollar if you want it with me
I owe myself for all my struggles and all of my pain
I owe myself for all the success that's coming my way
I don't ever wanna walk away, I don't want anyone to feel any blame
I just want them to feel entertained with my name in the game
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Too cool for school I guess I passed out
The grades weren't the problem it was more the methamphetamine
And showing up to class shit that wasn't my pedigree
On the fast track to success in my backpack
Till one day I just up and quit and had enough and that's that
And looking back it's like the best that ever happened
Started rapping now I travel round the world now imagine that
People told me I was foolish till I showed em wrong
All my friends graduated started moving on
And here I sit in the same city I grew up about to blow up
And shit I'll probably never leave
But really I just found a way that I can still achieve
Cause sitting at a desk pushing papers isn't me
I'm born to inspire against the grain
I'm admired for acquiring the balls required to not retire
Let's go
I owe myself for all my struggles and all of my pain
I owe myself for all the success that's coming my way
I don't ever wanna walk away, I don't want anyone to feel any blame
I just want them to feel entertained with my name in the game
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Life is funny how you're given what you're given
And supposed to make a masterpiece outta the scraps
I guess we're all some engineers in this matrix of life
We sharpen our skills but still get inundated with strife
I'm almost positive that we ain't truly supposed to succeed
You see the rich people they need people working like me
And all the poor people their just left working for free
And meant to scare the middle class into working for cheap and see
I didn't like it so I made my own lane chose to nurture my ambition
I was born to entertain
Now I'm writing for a living and living up out my destiny
I'm focused on my future and the ways to be a better me
And in my honor
I'm working just like my father coming from the rock bottom
I'm counting up every dollar
I'm a blue collar scholar, considered a shot caller
Come and hollar if you want it with me
I owe myself for all my struggles and all of my pain
I owe myself for all the success that's coming my way
I don't ever wanna walk away, I don't want anyone to feel any blame
I just want them to feel entertained with my name in the game
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
Whoaa whoaaaa whoa whoa
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Writer(s): Tyler Sant
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