Astronautalis & DJ Fishr Pryce - Voicemail Freestyle: Mike Wiebe | Текст песни

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And i know, it might just be getting inside our heads
and maybe we're too fucked up cause we weren't breastfed,
doesn't really matter, at the end of the fricking day,
because I keep singing my song no matter if I get paid,
see, you can find me on the stage sweating blood and guts,
I ain't got a goddamn van but I don't really give a fuck,
gimme just my laptop, gimme a mic that sorta sucks,
gimme a crowd, a shot of wisky I'll tell of yo what's up,
I am a lucky man, I shit here and have this job,
I don't get paid too much but I don't really care it's not that much,
The matters to me, the cash isn't gonna come,
I'll just keep singong my song for anyone who gives a fuck,
and in the middle meantime, man I can stumble all over my words,
But as long as the wisky keeps on coming I sing for all of y'all nerds.
I write songs for the heartless, I write songs for the dumb,
I write songs for the comic book collectors in everyone,
I write songs for the Dungeons & Dragons losers at the beauty pageants,
Everyone who spend too much time on the internet tapped in,
Follow me on my twitter feed or follow my duck feet,
And see my colorblind eyes and the way their perspective see,
Because it's the only thing that means to me at the end of the day.
I've lost a lot of friends, because I didn't return their calls and plead
So anyway, all I really have to sing these songs,
Is this stage this microphone, and every fucking one.
I ain't been a good friend, and a terrible employee,
and sometimes it's scary how good I am at avoiding
But this is all I have, cause the only thing that get my rocks off,
Makes me happy, is the fucking time I spend singing songs
up on stage, doesn't matter who call a driver who I eaten
All I really need is a microphone to rock a rythm.
So I'd like to thank you, all for giving a damn,
you've given me seven years of singing songs for all your drunk friends
Give me seven years more and i'll promise it'll be fun,
util the day I suffer to part and catch ILY i'm just gone,
And the good, the bad, the ugly, will be waiting at the gates
And I hope Clinis was there, with a smile crooked upon his face,
And he says your rhymes are great, and Mike will be by his side,
Cause Mike you're gonna die earlier than me, you're gonna your neck one night,
But 'till then, let's keep doing what we do,
sweat and acting stupid, for all of your crew.