[Red the Supergiant] This speaks to me, now I'm 'a speak to you I'm doing the best I can, I hope you understand Listen Most sending applications He's spending his two cents to be a sensation Not to be not for me Red rot to monotony the way he rocks the M-I-C I see, ick he's sick, first the block then the nations his Flock to me The hypocrisy I can see is tick tock to me Matter of time, time matters to sheep, autonomy nominally In all dishonesty, I just want to make sense/cents Till they talk of me in past tense This is for them on the fence, hence only the best Best be jesting or bluffing cause the chest puffin nothing This that holy shit spit that'll leave the set blessed I know you blessed me with a lot, moms, pops And I'm doing the best I can to be best in land Only shots I'm taking are at the far reaches of the universe For what it's worth: while - I'm late for greatness I'm 'a still be the one to do it first So why you so averse to a verse? You say you know it's a challenge, but when you only want one thing it's hard to stay balanced Forget a valedictorian or glory I'm writing to hear my story But I gotta go to college for the knowledge and credit I deserve to go to work Yeah you said it All of these zealots Maybe if I didn't have the passion but I do If I do you, what's in it for me? And who's who? Dear everyone This is history in the making Stomach aching while I say it, when will I awaken To my dreams, be on stage speaks quaking, knees shaking I see seas of people in my sleep breaking they're necks I'm not waiting for what's next I'm taking checks Making treks You better realize this life is idealized These that seem to see through the scheme are demonized But I'd rather live than be alive So I may not see eye to eye It's only because my head is in the clouds I vow to stay loud till I'm comfortable in my shrouds If only I can leave one mind wowed Then will I be a success? I haven't made much yet But I stay up determined, haven't strayed just yet And I'm working till my sermons get sprayed on their heads Till I'm rocking cross the country and the globe till I know that in my soul I have proved everything that they said Was nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing to Red I'm not the rest, I didn't rest, attest it till I'm out of breath And by then they'll all be shouting it out of breath It's not for sex or to make sense/cents Yo, I said it's not for sex or to make sense/cents Momma your little birdie is flying out the nest
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