Triupmh and Tragedy

No more holding back
Ready to count the racks
Running like Hermes to the money bags
Pop my mouth off
Talk my shit
Always looking for a good laugh
Been doing this shit since a kid
Ain't no fucking game to me
You can believe this
Believe this

I remember when I was so so low
Wondering where is my home
Found a place to belong
Fuck fitting in
Still do what I want
I do all my own stunts
Sorry I'm way too blunt

Got no time for down bad
Making space for big stacks
A castle with no remnants
Where fantasy runs rampant
Admit I lose my patience
Aching for the greatness
A gift given
An aid I guess
To help through this madness

Answer me this
How can you be a rockstar if you can't play a guitar
Artists seem like props to me on stage
Fabricated in 3 days
No road walked or paved
I'm set to make my way
The grand line awaits
Set sail for adventure
Live long and prosper
What more can you offer
Got to bite back when it hurts
Keep a smile for what it's worth
Nobody has the answers
So questions stay unanswered
I swear it feels like cancer

No more holding back
Ready to count the racks
Running like Hermes to the money bags
Pop my mouth off
Talk my shit
Always looking for a good laugh
Been doing this shit since a kid
Ain't no fucking game to me
You can believe this
Believe this

I remember when I was so so low
Wondering where is my home
Found a place to belong
Fuck fitting in
Still do what I want
I do all my own stunts
Sorry I'm way too blunt

Got no time for down bad
Making space for big stacks
A castle with no remnants
Where fantasy runs rampant
Admit I lose my patience
Aching for the greatness
A gift given
An aid I guess
To help through this madness



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Lucas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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