Story Behind The Song
This song is a representation of the artists mental state while trying to pursue his dreams. The main feeling of lack of fulfillment is the basis of this song.
Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Depressing, Gloomy |
Subject |
Sorrow, Numbness |
Similar Artists |
Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
They say if you go after your dreams - you can get'em,
But that's a lie - cause I been at'em since a mitten..
Now I'm a glove that feels like it's missing,
And can't find my way back to o.j. simpson...
This is not fiction - it's hashtag truth,
43 and aint rich - there's the mafucking proof..
43 and aint shit - where's the mafucking noose,
Been at war with destiny - now it's time to call truce..
Wave the white flag - yeah, I lost,
Cause everything I do - results in a losing cause..
Music aint moving - must not be tight,
No hit records - no hits to the website..
A writer for hire - anybody need help???,
I guess not - cause I aint made a mafucking sale..
Every waking day - I feel like Christian Bale,
The dark night will return - yeah, return without fail..
Chorus
The tale of a loser
Insides look like medusa
A failures fable
Unsuccessful - unstable
The saga of a has been
A washed-up trash bin
Just another sob story
Of a dead man nobody's mourning
Later and later the sun comes up,
And I still aint no millionaire - my funds are fucked..
Feel like I'm stuck in the middle of quicksand,
Friends standing around - but won't lend a hand..
Family looking down like - they don't understand,
How I got in there in the first place - they thought I was the man..
It wasn't in my plans - obviously,
By now, I was supposed to have two college degrees..
A Psychology Bachelors - A Business Masters,
And author of the book - The Rise of The Bastards..
Father was absent - he couldn't be found,
Well, maybe - but he didn't care if I was around..
Life is on the mound - and everytime it pitch,
I got trouble with the curve - I can't hit shit..
Even when I switch - I swear it feels the scripts,
Been written in advanced - this fucking game is fixed..
Chorus
The tale of a loser
Insides look like medusa
A failures fable
Unsuccessful - unstable
The saga of a has been
A washed-up trash bin
Just another sob story
Of a dead man nobody's mourning
I play the lottery - all the time,
And I still aint won a damn dime..
Put my first vid up on the tube,
And - I aint get one damn view...
I guess the content - should be more important,
Like a raccoon - stealing cat food..
What I gotta do - to improve my life,
What am I missing - what am I not getting?
Feel myself slip into the pits of despair,
Pride all but disappeared - I could almost not care..
I see your face - like - smh,
How the mighty have fallen - what a waste of space..
What a waste of a cape,
As I lay there - wasting away..
All like - Poor son of a bitch,
Chased a dream for so long - he forgot to live..
Chorus
The tale of a loser
Insides look like medusa
A failures fable
Unsuccessful - unstable
The saga of a has been
A washed-up trash bin
Just another sob story
Of a dead man nobody's mourning
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