[Intro]
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, kay kay kay, hold up
So let me get this straight, you, wanna be a rapper?
You quit your job to become a rapper, what are you, crazy?
Come on man, this isn't realistic, this guy must be dreaming
He actually thinks he's gonna make it in the music industry
What am I doing, I'm so deep into this now
I can't second guess it, but it's like-
[Verse 1]
Where should I go next, how can I progress?
How far can I stretch, the last of this show cheque?
This game is grotesque, a mess I'm so stressed!
I'm broke but won't rest, selling my house; homeless
I own it; any mic in the vicinity, wittingly
Buying listeners together with synergy [?]
Intermittently approaches, similary in a quote
I'm a Canadian, we spend six months in the cold, nope!
There's no record deals around here, it's wheat fields
And some days I feel, that I'm spending my wheels
[?] and hammered by roadblocks