Peachy
Life is peachy, ain't it?
It must be so hard bein' famous
It's nice to meet me, ain't it?
Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Fantasies can be deadly
Had a dream the streets left me
Actually, they don't seem to respect me
I work in a factory to make ends meet
At least I get a day off next week
I wanna hit the studio but my check's weak
I don't truly know what they expect me
To do or what they have in store
I suffer this abuse and come back for more
Work so hard that my hands are sore
And still can't afford to feed this addiction
Might as well be on lean and prescriptions
Wait, last time I had this dream it was different
I really thought we'd achieve it and live it
How could I be so naïve and simplistic?
Now it seems I'm indifferent
How could I be so stupid!?
How could I dream so lucid?
Calm it, please don't lose it
I don't know what you call this, but it's no music
You'll get left in the past if you don't adapt
I put my heart and soul in every flow I rap
But they'd rather listen to a hobo rap
About scones and act like it's dope
Just 'cause he emotes and laughs
What kind of joke is that?
You won't be smiling with a broken back
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that
But I deadass think you're wilin' and smokin' crack
I mean, how am I my supposed to act?
There's no holdin' back when I know it's wack
Look at this Photograph, his Chad Kroeger ass
Should get his Nickel back from whoever wrote his raps
It doesn't even rhyme, he just talks and yells
And often trails off like he lost himself...
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, I fought and failed
Gave it everything I got and did not excel
The prevailing thought was that thoughts prevail
What I gotta do to get this coffin nailed?
I ain't talkin' pasta, got a box of shells
Got the sauce as well, and the pizza dough
I guess to each his own, but as far as I'm concerned
You can keep the scones, and eat alone
I'm here to seize the throne, pick my teeth with bones
From emcees and foes, all I see is clones
Coke or Pepsi? I keep being told
That it's so refreshing, 'cause it's so honest
But it won't affect me, 'cause I don't want it
I'm so nauseous, I might go vomit
Tryin' to think of ways to bridge this great divide
Separated right along generation lines
All the days that I've been creatin' rhymes
And all your days alive are the same length of time
That's insane to my brain, it kind of plays with my
State of mind, maybe I've wasted my days and nights
Chasin' lies, maybe I'll pay the price; wait, am I
Awake, alive, or maybe I stay inside a maze that I created, I
Might be dreaming
No one said that it'd be easy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Where am I?
How did I get here?
HOW DID I GET HERE!?
I don't understand
It must be so hard bein' famous
It's nice to meet me, ain't it?
Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Fantasies can be deadly
Had a dream the streets left me
Actually, they don't seem to respect me
I work in a factory to make ends meet
At least I get a day off next week
I wanna hit the studio but my check's weak
I don't truly know what they expect me
To do or what they have in store
I suffer this abuse and come back for more
Work so hard that my hands are sore
And still can't afford to feed this addiction
Might as well be on lean and prescriptions
Wait, last time I had this dream it was different
I really thought we'd achieve it and live it
How could I be so naïve and simplistic?
Now it seems I'm indifferent
How could I be so stupid!?
How could I dream so lucid?
Calm it, please don't lose it
I don't know what you call this, but it's no music
You'll get left in the past if you don't adapt
I put my heart and soul in every flow I rap
But they'd rather listen to a hobo rap
About scones and act like it's dope
Just 'cause he emotes and laughs
What kind of joke is that?
You won't be smiling with a broken back
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that
But I deadass think you're wilin' and smokin' crack
I mean, how am I my supposed to act?
There's no holdin' back when I know it's wack
Look at this Photograph, his Chad Kroeger ass
Should get his Nickel back from whoever wrote his raps
It doesn't even rhyme, he just talks and yells
And often trails off like he lost himself...
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, I fought and failed
Gave it everything I got and did not excel
The prevailing thought was that thoughts prevail
What I gotta do to get this coffin nailed?
I ain't talkin' pasta, got a box of shells
Got the sauce as well, and the pizza dough
I guess to each his own, but as far as I'm concerned
You can keep the scones, and eat alone
I'm here to seize the throne, pick my teeth with bones
From emcees and foes, all I see is clones
Coke or Pepsi? I keep being told
That it's so refreshing, 'cause it's so honest
But it won't affect me, 'cause I don't want it
I'm so nauseous, I might go vomit
Tryin' to think of ways to bridge this great divide
Separated right along generation lines
All the days that I've been creatin' rhymes
And all your days alive are the same length of time
That's insane to my brain, it kind of plays with my
State of mind, maybe I've wasted my days and nights
Chasin' lies, maybe I'll pay the price; wait, am I
Awake, alive, or maybe I stay inside a maze that I created, I
Might be dreaming
No one said that it'd be easy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Hi, it's nice to meet me
How am I? Life is peachy
Where am I?
How did I get here?
HOW DID I GET HERE!?
I don't understand
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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