Fallen Star

Let me loose, yeah

I was supposed to write a club song, a love song
Till I heard the beat and got rubbed wrong
Cause no one understands all the life you take
Hope you call on me once your mind is made, cause it's true
I be killing, I be crying, see them dying, and it's all for you, it's all for you

Yeah

I don't love you like I used to, nah, I don't believe you, all I see is proof that you got favorites
Nobody else can make it, you murder and exploit those who find a way to take it all
They pay with they lives, we don't pay attention, hope it's just a joke you play on us
Who long for ascension, now I phene for attention to validate my invention
But no, no likes or views got me subdued by depression

And when I finally made it past all the suppression
I found its gate kept by the Nepotism, cause damn, it ain't enough to keep the real out
You even went and took the skill out, now I'm in these fake fucks DM's as a means to an end
Need to pretend they special til I don't need'em again, getting blown off by peons
Whose talent my worst track would pee on, I swear to GOD gotta put me on

I was supposed to write a club song, a love song, till I heard the beat and got rubbed wrong
Cause no one understands all the life you take, hope you call on me once your mind is made
Cause it's true, I be killing, I be crying, see'em dying, and it's all for you, it's all for you

Banging my head against the wall, why do they rise as I fall
Am I just answering addiction does my life have a call
Without a purpose, life feels worthless, not enough to just live
I'd take the danger and high stakes, for a chance to outdo the greats, but

If this is toxic what was I taught this at an early age
Sharing dreams with those who seem to see an early grave
Overlooking the fact there's lives I literally saved
I wifed the one, my bills are paid how am I the slave
I've learned I gotta ignore that voice that makes me feel like I'm burdened
By my privilege and choice, cause damn I've been through hell to see heaven before I die
I realize I'm living the dream but chasing a lie

Cause there gon' always be a show I can pay to perform at
Or a South by Southwest I can send 55 bucks to get sent a no back
Or 600 I can pay for a post, y'all get most of them fools but I ain't most

I was supposed to write a club song, a love song, til I heard the beat and got rubbed wrong
Cause no one understands all the life you take, hope you call on me once your mind is made
Cause it's true, I be killing, I be crying, see'em dying, and it's all for you, it's all for you

And it's about time for a change, though I doubt we'll ever see it
Try to hold on to the dream but feel my spirit release it
I swore I'd be the greatest, now I'm the goat that no one's heard
All the difference we could make, they don't wanna see in this world