2 Cents
Talk about me all you want
But it's not fair
Don't care
That you want this royalty to be shared
Imma sit back and let my music speak
I swear it's really deep
Just know where to peek
And I'm sick and tired of hearing
These words behind my back
Relax
And let my mind unpack
Well I attack
This life is too short
To listen to what you have to say
So shut up and. let the trumpets
Sway like
My time is too limited to listen to your two cents
Being told that my music will only make me a few cents
Forcing me to set up a defensive mental fence
Yeah
Creating is the ultimate mental test yeah
I write for the broken, the torn castaways
For now relax and let the trumpets sway like
We're only here once
And that's the truth
Most likely I'll listen if your words produce truth
And we're living in a world that doesn't listen to the youth
So walk out your front door
Introduce them to the proof
Every second spent doubting yourself
Is a moment wasted
Take me for example
Writing songs out of my parents basement
Gonna take a couple tries of hitting the pavement
Without payment
Work until the whole world knows your statement
Music the connector
Between us and our feelings
For me, in my life
It's done a dealing of healing
These words are a fire and my soul is right now freezing
I'm trying to increase the number of people believing
My time is too limited to listen to your two cents
Being told that my music will only make me a few cents
Forcing me to set up a defensive mental fence
Yeah
Creating is the ultimate mental test yeah
My time is too limited to live someone else's life
Free to create, man what a time to be alive
Arrived, to fight this life of lies
That you idolize
Music from the heart, from the soul
That I've catalyzed
Your negative thoughts don't matter much to me
You see, suddenly everyone wants to be mon ami
Goal is unlike, never to be a grammy nominee
Whatever it takes
To make sure legacy is guaranteed
Books in our hands, they killed our dreams right in front of us
In the dust, in disgust
Who do we even trust?
Words of failure are my minds worst mental rust
I'll stay up writing till dusk, yeah
Criticizing others cause regret still haunts you
Telling me I suck cause your mental still taunts you
This is the sick new low you default to
Can't stop it
My time is too limited to listen to your two cents
Being told that my music will only make me a few cents
Forcing me to set up a defensive mental fence
Yeah
Creating is the ultimate mental test yeah
Don't let em (Let em)
Don't let em (Let em)
But it's not fair
Don't care
That you want this royalty to be shared
Imma sit back and let my music speak
I swear it's really deep
Just know where to peek
And I'm sick and tired of hearing
These words behind my back
Relax
And let my mind unpack
Well I attack
This life is too short
To listen to what you have to say
So shut up and. let the trumpets
Sway like
My time is too limited to listen to your two cents
Being told that my music will only make me a few cents
Forcing me to set up a defensive mental fence
Yeah
Creating is the ultimate mental test yeah
I write for the broken, the torn castaways
For now relax and let the trumpets sway like
We're only here once
And that's the truth
Most likely I'll listen if your words produce truth
And we're living in a world that doesn't listen to the youth
So walk out your front door
Introduce them to the proof
Every second spent doubting yourself
Is a moment wasted
Take me for example
Writing songs out of my parents basement
Gonna take a couple tries of hitting the pavement
Without payment
Work until the whole world knows your statement
Music the connector
Between us and our feelings
For me, in my life
It's done a dealing of healing
These words are a fire and my soul is right now freezing
I'm trying to increase the number of people believing
My time is too limited to listen to your two cents
Being told that my music will only make me a few cents
Forcing me to set up a defensive mental fence
Yeah
Creating is the ultimate mental test yeah
My time is too limited to live someone else's life
Free to create, man what a time to be alive
Arrived, to fight this life of lies
That you idolize
Music from the heart, from the soul
That I've catalyzed
Your negative thoughts don't matter much to me
You see, suddenly everyone wants to be mon ami
Goal is unlike, never to be a grammy nominee
Whatever it takes
To make sure legacy is guaranteed
Books in our hands, they killed our dreams right in front of us
In the dust, in disgust
Who do we even trust?
Words of failure are my minds worst mental rust
I'll stay up writing till dusk, yeah
Criticizing others cause regret still haunts you
Telling me I suck cause your mental still taunts you
This is the sick new low you default to
Can't stop it
My time is too limited to listen to your two cents
Being told that my music will only make me a few cents
Forcing me to set up a defensive mental fence
Yeah
Creating is the ultimate mental test yeah
Don't let em (Let em)
Don't let em (Let em)
Credits
Writer(s): Shaan Kooner
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