[Verse 1]

Yo, they’re like, oh my god, you fuckin rap

To the white folk I’m a thug with a tats

To the black folk I’m too fuckin frat

Yo fuck this crap get fed up

My dad says keep your head up

And don’t let yourself let up

I almost had my bread up

Then got jacked, now I’m back, in a worse place then I was

Get some pats, on my back, but my name ain’t got no buzz

Hit em w a track, and you swear, that this gone be the one

Cuz you ain't never topped it, talk it up and drop it then youre back to square one

And this is art to me, and its heartening, that potentially ill live off it

But disheartening, that a part of me, says compriomise to make lil profit

Real topic, seems theyll cop it, if you talking about pill poppin

Dealin rock and gettin guap and it helps by the way if youre real shockin

I don’t spill often, my heart that is, just took a hit and I’m still coughin

They don’t get me, if I said kill kenny, they’d say why the fuck would you wanna kill lofton?

Sealed off in, this lil box and, thinkin this could be the one a mil watchin

Like this is it, hah, yeah right, again we gotchya

[Hook]

Every night

Close my eyes

Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring

Every day

I awake

Yet it’s the same old song that they sing

Play for a new crowd

Yet its the same show

Achieving new highs

Yet feel the same low

I start to think they’re right

Some things can’t change though

So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows

[Verse 2]

Me I be a little bove the ground height

Marijuana otherwise I’d be wound tight

Livin in the age of the sound bite

Man that’s the shit that I don’t like

Man i hate skip bayless stations bating viewers, chasing ratings

Hey have you heard jason batemans gay and dating, make a rumor

Have a strong opinion, take your viewers, con them into

Buyin in, a nation where we, take our very, own and mold them

Make consumers

And you wonder why we’re

Plagued with tumors

As we come to find its

Straight manure

That theyre feeding us leading us now to believe

That we’re unhappy

Vacant you are

Not content?

Wanna feel better?

Then buy this shit

You’ll feel better

Get a lotta shit

Spend real cheddar

Come shop n shit

Our deals better

A scholarship to college yep, just to get a good job we can tolerate

The modern day, american dream, see to live it now you gotta be not awake

Workin jobs we hate, to buy more shit that we don’t need, its a viscious race

Cuz the bigger the hole thats inside the more we buy as we try just to fill its place

I ain't tryin to preach, i’m part of the trend, hopin my art makes exorbitant bread

America, huh, the more unhappy we are, the more that we spend

[Hook]

Every night

Close my eyes

Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring

Every day

I awake

Yet it’s the same old song that they sing

Play for a new crowd

Yet its the same show

Achieving new highs

Yet feel the same low

I start to think they’re right

Some things can’t change though

So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows

[Verse 3]

Fame only comes to the best and worse

Yes its a blessing a curse with aversive effects

Im the first to confess that its easier to be the worst than the best

And the persons effected, the borderline

Between good and great, the more the try

The more they find, theyre marginalized

Either part of them dies or theyre fortified

Man, 2chainz and the based god, yup both of those dudes

They can rap

Titty boi was playas circle and lil b was in the pack

And skip bayless was writing books, nah i guess really

He was a still a hack
But my point is, its easier to get noticed than to master your craft

And Matter of fact I know, if youre good enough then youre broke

But if youre good enough to be good enough then youre good enough to be to be a joke

Uh, Shortcut vs long climb

Overnight vs long time

When youre climbin long enough

It get kinda rough

And you ponder that won't lie

And then I confide in the end tho, if notoriety the end goal

Then by all means, do your thing, do what you gotta do to its simple

Grab for the cash, it come and it go, and you gotta live with the after effects

But master your craft, have massive effect, but like Van Gogh could be after your death

[Hook]

Every night

Close my eyes

Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring

Every day

I awake

Yet it’s the same old song that they sing

Play for a new crowd

Yet its the same show

Achieving new highs

Yet feel the same low

I start to think they’re right

Some things can’t change though

So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows