Failed Passions
I used to be such a dreamer a pure soul with big goals
I still had the youth and that innocence a fantasy
I was going to set my own path that is different
From what is traditional
Shoutout to my artists and athletes and rappers and actors
You had to give up because that's when you realized
The moment your passion had to stay a hobby
Did you sell your soul for a life by an office desk
I never know when to quit, but I stand on my last legs
I grow disillusioned with making a living
With art, it be so hard, this industry's brutal
I think I'll just keep it a hobby on Soundcloud
Wanna be an artist, wanna be an actor
Wanna be an athlete yeah
Wanna win a Grammy, wanna win an Oscar
Shooting for the NBA
Knowing when to quit, got to jump over the pit
But you never really stop if you love it
Do it, be a realist, but you dirt poor, you a homeless
You ain't never gonna make it
That's it, quarter-life crisis
Ain't another wake up call hurt like this
I die inside white collar life that's
Giving you stable income, nice desk
Life insurance health and dental benefits
Paid vacations I ain't hear the end of it
Can finally afford everything that I want
Got a mortgage, got a family, got a Bentley
Got a wife decked out all in Fendi
Got a six bedroom house half empty
Fridge be full always got food plenty
Thank you white collar job level entry
Was it worth it? Am I happy
Did I sell my soul for the baggy
Vacation every year but a piece of me has died every time lost identity
I was tired of being delusional
This dream ain't meant for me
There's a hundred million people that all want the same as me
I'm discouraged by the stories that these artists say to me
Maybe I'm another failure and I'm as lame as can be
I will never make a stable living through my art and craft
It don't matter if I'm good or bad can't pay the bills for that
I should major in accounting or a STEM field tapping out
I should do what all my friends have done and make my mother proud
I never know when to quit, but I stand on my last legs
I grow disillusioned with making a living
With art, it be so hard, this industry's brutal
I think I'll just keep it a hobby on Soundcloud
I still had the youth and that innocence a fantasy
I was going to set my own path that is different
From what is traditional
Shoutout to my artists and athletes and rappers and actors
You had to give up because that's when you realized
The moment your passion had to stay a hobby
Did you sell your soul for a life by an office desk
I never know when to quit, but I stand on my last legs
I grow disillusioned with making a living
With art, it be so hard, this industry's brutal
I think I'll just keep it a hobby on Soundcloud
Wanna be an artist, wanna be an actor
Wanna be an athlete yeah
Wanna win a Grammy, wanna win an Oscar
Shooting for the NBA
Knowing when to quit, got to jump over the pit
But you never really stop if you love it
Do it, be a realist, but you dirt poor, you a homeless
You ain't never gonna make it
That's it, quarter-life crisis
Ain't another wake up call hurt like this
I die inside white collar life that's
Giving you stable income, nice desk
Life insurance health and dental benefits
Paid vacations I ain't hear the end of it
Can finally afford everything that I want
Got a mortgage, got a family, got a Bentley
Got a wife decked out all in Fendi
Got a six bedroom house half empty
Fridge be full always got food plenty
Thank you white collar job level entry
Was it worth it? Am I happy
Did I sell my soul for the baggy
Vacation every year but a piece of me has died every time lost identity
I was tired of being delusional
This dream ain't meant for me
There's a hundred million people that all want the same as me
I'm discouraged by the stories that these artists say to me
Maybe I'm another failure and I'm as lame as can be
I will never make a stable living through my art and craft
It don't matter if I'm good or bad can't pay the bills for that
I should major in accounting or a STEM field tapping out
I should do what all my friends have done and make my mother proud
I never know when to quit, but I stand on my last legs
I grow disillusioned with making a living
With art, it be so hard, this industry's brutal
I think I'll just keep it a hobby on Soundcloud
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Writer(s): Terry Vongsaly
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