Cort Melor
Look, cold, rugged, not mellow
Been through lot, now I'm well off
I've learned to produce beats by myself
Scribble daily since 11, I write by myself
I've learned filming and editing by myself
Picked up many promotional tricks by myself (yeah)
And I did it for myself (yeah, I did it)
Yeah, I did it for myself, uh
Call me selfish, I am, I want everything, not a hand
No less than big banks, I walked to the car dealership
Outside looking at the Phantom
Thinking, "Soon you won't be laughing"
I'll figure my life out, I'll dribble my way up
Break my legs, I'll wiggle my way out
Now I ain't particularly into the drama (yeah), but I'm not a wuss
I'll give you a piece of my mind, if you push me (let's go)
'Cause I've been pushed around before
And I know what it feels like to be an outcast
Having everything go the wrong way
All day, every day, to the point you wanna laugh
How unlucky can you get? Fuck
This has to be a comedy sketch, where's the camera at?
Who's directing this shit? I just follow the script
'Cause if I improvise, I just fall into a pit again
And it became a cycle I can't break
God, give me break, I'm gon' make it anyway
But I wish I have hair left when I reach that height
'Cause I'm having a breakdown every night
Plus, I'm anxious as fuck about this album
I can already predict its outcome
It's gonna be released into the sea
Maybe few people will give me their ear
Though nobody will listen to the whole project
Until ten years later when I'm out of the projects
I'll start getting calls from all of my friends
Saying how they really (I really) fucked with it back then
And if I am wrong and none of this happens
And I become another 40 year old rapping (fucking hell)
Then please just somebody kill me, if I weren't such a sissy
Trust me, I would've already done it
'Cause I'm tired having nothing, having everybody laugh
What the fuck I am to you? A clown? Well here's my act
Rewind this track, wait, I can say it again
I'll figure my life out, I'll dribble my way up
I'll wiggle my way out, I'll go against the odds
Against what everybody said
Even my family, even my friends
I will become a millionaire, put a fucking stamp on that
I'm hungry
And that's that
I got nothing more to say
For now
I hope you enjoyed your stay
Prologue, until next time
I'm the best out
I'm out
Oh, one more thing
Been through lot, now I'm well off
I've learned to produce beats by myself
Scribble daily since 11, I write by myself
I've learned filming and editing by myself
Picked up many promotional tricks by myself (yeah)
And I did it for myself (yeah, I did it)
Yeah, I did it for myself, uh
Call me selfish, I am, I want everything, not a hand
No less than big banks, I walked to the car dealership
Outside looking at the Phantom
Thinking, "Soon you won't be laughing"
I'll figure my life out, I'll dribble my way up
Break my legs, I'll wiggle my way out
Now I ain't particularly into the drama (yeah), but I'm not a wuss
I'll give you a piece of my mind, if you push me (let's go)
'Cause I've been pushed around before
And I know what it feels like to be an outcast
Having everything go the wrong way
All day, every day, to the point you wanna laugh
How unlucky can you get? Fuck
This has to be a comedy sketch, where's the camera at?
Who's directing this shit? I just follow the script
'Cause if I improvise, I just fall into a pit again
And it became a cycle I can't break
God, give me break, I'm gon' make it anyway
But I wish I have hair left when I reach that height
'Cause I'm having a breakdown every night
Plus, I'm anxious as fuck about this album
I can already predict its outcome
It's gonna be released into the sea
Maybe few people will give me their ear
Though nobody will listen to the whole project
Until ten years later when I'm out of the projects
I'll start getting calls from all of my friends
Saying how they really (I really) fucked with it back then
And if I am wrong and none of this happens
And I become another 40 year old rapping (fucking hell)
Then please just somebody kill me, if I weren't such a sissy
Trust me, I would've already done it
'Cause I'm tired having nothing, having everybody laugh
What the fuck I am to you? A clown? Well here's my act
Rewind this track, wait, I can say it again
I'll figure my life out, I'll dribble my way up
I'll wiggle my way out, I'll go against the odds
Against what everybody said
Even my family, even my friends
I will become a millionaire, put a fucking stamp on that
I'm hungry
And that's that
I got nothing more to say
For now
I hope you enjoyed your stay
Prologue, until next time
I'm the best out
I'm out
Oh, one more thing
Credits
Writer(s): Luka Rabrenovic
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