STARVING ARTIST

I've called out my lifestyle, no secrets, just me
You dug for me, a coffin way too deep, but still
I've called out unfaded, too faded
I chase the sun and hope the light don't run away from me

Are you even listening
Listen to the artist, honest, starving independent artist
Heartless, Thoughts is repetitive harshness
Cause is losses, had to visit coffins often
Y'all just never get it, off this
Pardon all this insufficient nonsense
Honest starving independent artist
Honest starving independent art-

Are you even listening
Do you feel me? Do you know me? Like the real me
Can I count on your support when the bills peak
Do what I do to get to you if it kills me
Do you feel me? Do you know me? Like the real me
If i'm down in the dirt, would you get filthy
All my words giving strength when you feel weak

Bregando aquí con mis florecitas
A donde vamos, a donde vamos
Aquí con los piedras de las esquinas
Y nos no vamos y nos no vamos
Bregando aquí con mis florecitas
A donde vamos, a donde vamos
Aquí con los piedras de las esquinas
Y nos no vamos y nos no vamos

Are you even listening
Or am I preaching to the choir, if so, then why are they quiet
I figured if we feeling the same, it would be a riot
This poisonous culture poisoning thoughts
To disrupt the poise and then poison our diets
Been trying to tell my cornerstones we knee deep in the pockets
But wonder if all of my passion for music is dying
Everybody's paper chasing, I'm making these paper planes
And throw them up with the intent of me being the pilot

Are you even listening
To the words that I speak
Or is it the 808s and claps and everything in between
Because it seems nowadays,
Everybody be amazed
At the bare minimum
It's cynical but I would say
They don't listen to the lyrics
People be so content with just hearing something explicit
Going against the grain is a practice that's been
forgotten, this shit is a problem
Damn it I can't even call it
Answer this, tell me, be honest

Are you even listening
Do you feel me? Do you know me? Like the real me
Can I count on your support when the bills peak
Do what I do to get to you if it kills me
Do you feel me? Do you know me? Like the real me
If i'm down in the dirt, would you get filthy
All my words giving strength when you feel weak

Bregando aquí con mis florecitas
A donde vamos, a donde vamos
Aquí con los piedras de las esquinas
Y nos no vamos y nos no vamos
Bregando aquí con mis florecitas
A donde vamos, a donde vamos
Aquí con los piedras de las esquinas
Y nos no vamos y nos no vamos

Are you even listening
I tried to leave but I'm way too attached
My love for this music is like a bungee it's pulling me back up
That's on the set, I gave you my all but you call it act
That comment is far from a fact
Could break but I'm stronger than that
I almost lost my life inside a hotel
That didn't go well
The past call I watch it ring and let it go to voicemail
Felt like I was blind, tripping couldn't see myself here
But it was really in my head, a rising giant, Odell

Are you even listening
Listen to the artist, honest, starving independent artist
Heartless, Thoughts is repetitive harshness
Cause is losses, had to visit coffins often
Y'all just never get it, off this
Pardon all this insufficient nonsense
Honest starving independent artist
Honest starv
Yo yo, shut up

Are you even listening