[Verse 1]
I put in hard work
But apparently I need to work harder
I’ve kept my art pure since departure
But most who hear my music either don’t feel it or just aren’t sure
I load my tunes with knowledge, why don’t you losers want it?
I'd love to be able to tell you all the low reviews my songs get
But I don’t even have reviews to complain about cause (I don’t know if you’ve noticed) all my songs get no to few responses
I hope that you do not skip this track cause I’m sick of that crap
All it takes is a click on Bandcamp
And I can see each and every one of you who didn’t have your interest grabbed
Little half-fans, if bullcrap was pancakes, you’d be swimming in flapjacks
Aaahh I gotta stop this, I’m just blubbering for attention
I want you to listen cause you like it, not cause you’re forced to get it
But imagine having work invested and never getting your respect in
I was born to wreck this, now I want it more than ever
[Hook]
Man, what's it like to have a fanbase?
To have a million people come out to hear your band play
To hear a whole crowd chanting your name
Man hey I can't wait for that day
[Verse 2]
And it sucks, cause even now as you hear this
You’re thinking, “Wow, Nathan’s tearing!
Don’t he know this town ain’t his bearing?
I’m down with his lyrics but he won’t blow cause I shared him!
He puts hours in downstairs? Wow, that’s embarrassing!”
This ain’t a cry for support like PBS
It’s just I put in work, and you don’t see me stress
So I figure I would record me being vexed
To give you kind of a tour into my thinking chest, see
I feel like I’m going nowhere, scratch it, I know I’ll never
Get anywhere bumming on these social networks, cold depression
Seeing other local entertainers grow in net worth
How can I be standing stagnant when I know there’s no one better?
Oh, my head hurts, I guess I’m too free minded
They tell me keep grindin’, but they never define it
I put out two and a half albums and no one’s pleased by it
See why it’s so hard to speak kindness these times
And I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing
Am I right that this writing is the right key to my dreams?
Am I wasting my free time on trifling rhymes?
Maybe a guitar song would get more than nineteen likes (like 20!)
Maybe I need time, maybe this isn’t my best work
I spend a lot of energy getting better
Eventually I’ll get more connections than Erector sets
Then the industry and I will be tightly knit as a sweater vest
And I have fantasies, legit daydreams, sucked in
To a world of daily comfort where my name means something
Performing for like eighteen hundred fans
Meeting all my favorite emcees buzzin’ and become them
Maybe it’s just a dream, maybe I’m only so gifted
But maybe it’s just so vivid that I gotta go get it
Opportunity broke my door down, destiny’s throat is hoarse now
Don't you dream? Please bellow the chorus loud!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It’s a waiting game that we all hate to play
Few of us will win before the day our patience fades
It makes you wanna throw it, but it may be almost over
Gotta stick with it till the end though your motivation’s on the lower
I know I’m on my way, I feel like I can taste it
Ya’ll aren’t sleeping on me, you people hibernating
Like Jesus Christ I’m wailing cause I feel I’ve been forsaken
They’re like “Who’s this kid think he is?” and I’m screaming “I am Nathan!!”
Ironically, fan bases are a turn-off to me
Like Swifties who would burn an offering to get in one of her concert seats
Seems the very thing that makes us is embarrassing to claim huh?
Rejecting what we long for like the Pharisees’ Savior
Sometimes I feel like I got stuck with the wrong life
Maybe I coulda made off nice if I wasn’t a soft guy
But it’s alright cause the way Alfred views it
I’m already famous, I just don’t got the fans to prove it