Chameleon
Goodbye Mr. Nice Guy
Feeling low in the nighttime, right time to blow in the limelight
I got my devil on the right side
Might fly like a rebel through the white sky
Fight back, sipping on a Mai Tai
The Pied Piper in a TIE fighter, aye aye captain looking like an Aye Aye
Right by me, see my life pass
Years go by, it was never that fast
Me oh my, could I ever outlast the last of the rappers that actually rap
I'll be factually factoring half of these whack actors on a track while my rhapsody cracks
Rap city in the back, my backpack filled with mad tracks that'll have to attract
Those that'll listen, don't wanna miss em, I just gotta be myself
Beat myself in every competition, read by shelves to free my wealth
What do I want? What do you know? How do we grow?
I've been getting used to feeling this low, skip a couple shows to wallow at home asking myself
Who could I be, how I would I act if y'all weren't looking
What am I really
It's all the same
It never changes
Who I am and what I can become
It's written in stone or in my blood
But, I'm getting mad
I'm getting Aggravated
I'm just getting acclimated
I woke up inside a shell to soak in all my affirmations, sick of accusations
Accurately attacking others on an active basis
Me on the needle that's acupuncture to these rappers faces
Half in stasis and half awake, if happily ever after was happenstance you know I'd have to take it
Run shit like Pappy Mason, happy days and tax evasion
I just took a chance on myself to rap, that's acid raining
Actually training, mad refrains, and nasty blaming, taxi, trains, and backseat gaming
Blast from the past as I pass every hallmark, transform myself with the all-spark
Spark in parked car at the Walmart
Fifth round, hit the spliff now, pissed when I got my fist down like an aardvark
Hold me down, none of these people know me now
Lonely how? Only while He's surrounded by folks that love him
But that folks that love him don't know that he's bumming on the rugged
With butterflies sitting in his stomach
Man, who could I be
Feeling low in the nighttime, right time to blow in the limelight
I got my devil on the right side
Might fly like a rebel through the white sky
Fight back, sipping on a Mai Tai
The Pied Piper in a TIE fighter, aye aye captain looking like an Aye Aye
Right by me, see my life pass
Years go by, it was never that fast
Me oh my, could I ever outlast the last of the rappers that actually rap
I'll be factually factoring half of these whack actors on a track while my rhapsody cracks
Rap city in the back, my backpack filled with mad tracks that'll have to attract
Those that'll listen, don't wanna miss em, I just gotta be myself
Beat myself in every competition, read by shelves to free my wealth
What do I want? What do you know? How do we grow?
I've been getting used to feeling this low, skip a couple shows to wallow at home asking myself
Who could I be, how I would I act if y'all weren't looking
What am I really
It's all the same
It never changes
Who I am and what I can become
It's written in stone or in my blood
But, I'm getting mad
I'm getting Aggravated
I'm just getting acclimated
I woke up inside a shell to soak in all my affirmations, sick of accusations
Accurately attacking others on an active basis
Me on the needle that's acupuncture to these rappers faces
Half in stasis and half awake, if happily ever after was happenstance you know I'd have to take it
Run shit like Pappy Mason, happy days and tax evasion
I just took a chance on myself to rap, that's acid raining
Actually training, mad refrains, and nasty blaming, taxi, trains, and backseat gaming
Blast from the past as I pass every hallmark, transform myself with the all-spark
Spark in parked car at the Walmart
Fifth round, hit the spliff now, pissed when I got my fist down like an aardvark
Hold me down, none of these people know me now
Lonely how? Only while He's surrounded by folks that love him
But that folks that love him don't know that he's bumming on the rugged
With butterflies sitting in his stomach
Man, who could I be
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Varghese
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