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I raise a toast to the rejects
Then boast on my regrets
And contemplate on consequences that I cannot see yet
Rocking with this 9 to 5 until I see emcee checks
But am I living my life a lie for accolades and respect
Don’t dance around the question don’t you deflect
I still envision catching rhymthym live on your TV set
I’m sitting with some liquor mixing shit I ain’t release yet
How could I stop when I ain’t reach my peak yet
I still got dreams
Of racking up 100 million streams
And women filling fitted denim busting out the seams
All lining up to line my bank account with plenty green
But it’s funny how my life keep finding ways to intervene
I’m setting up to settle down
With a wife that want stability
And I don’t wanna be the type to let her down
I need my pockets thicker than a triple feather down
With a narrow window to win I’m chasing my blessing now
But which way
To the payoff
Play it safe and work your way into a layoff
Pick a side
Do or die
Roll the dice yo
Sacrificing but you still don’t know the price bro
I've got a head full of stress
Just trying to make the best
Of what's left
And now I find myself,
once again,
At a fork in the road
I'm monologuing, tipping dominoes and cracking the codes
Spinning plates, wondering what is life
For my next trick, I'm gonna turn a fork to a butter knife
Because I mean, as much as I've been thinking the road splits
I'm slowly understanding it's illusion to omit
And that looks to be the only way to approach it
Moving right along
Now you see it and now you don't...
supported by 33 fans who also own “The Payoff (w. Kopelli)”
Hey, I own this place and I know these guys. If you don't buy this album, I'm gonna shoot you in the face. Figuratively of course. Album of the year! Evan Souza