Songtexte If Not To Make Change With / Supernova - Little Rockstar

It's time to let disguises fall
Time to let disguises fall

It's time to let disguises fall
Welcome in the rain, let it wash it all away
When it's time to let disguises fall
Will we lose it in the weight?
Will our egos lead us chained?
Clicked and suddenly I changed
Hard to pivot the right way, when I've done so much wrong, too long
At least I've come to recognize my faults
So it's time to let disguises fall

They say, "You're a mess"
I say, "What an understatement"
They say that, "You're Blessed"
I say, "Correct," as to embrace it
I say, "What's a check without a proper bank to take it?
What's a dollar and a dream for, if not to make change with?"

Mr. Mistake Maker, time taker, Walled Laker
Used as a guitar by my pops as the record player plays
But I'm here to set the record straight, raiser of the stakes
In turn I'm burning pape' up, this is not The Raise
Raising red flags, more I should've saved
Saved myself the trouble had I paid it forward
Like my journal paper torn
Money's needed, sure,
But if it's not well spent then what's it really for?

They say, "You're a mess"
I say, "What an understatement"
They say that, "You're Blessed"
I say, "Correct," as to embrace it
I say, "What's a check without a proper bank to take it?
What's a dollar and a dream for, if not to make change with?"

You can not walk in my Birks, you flop, flip
These days I'm a reserved type, not in a moshpit
At least I'm living honest, you live in the comments
Take after my pops in the way I'm Joshin'
Mom was born 77', uh', Luka Dončić
Hearts amongst the hardened, Houston Rockets
But I'm more like André 3k on the Flint Tropics
With a new move that they just can't stop

They say, "You're a mess"
I say, "What an understatement"
They say that, "You're Blessed"
I say, "Correct," as to embrace it
I say, "What's a check without a proper bank to take it?
What's a dollar and a dream for, if not to make change with?"

The other day I was just scrolling before something unexpected
Happened upon a video message that was said to be Prophetic
Claimed the rapture's coming soon it makes me wonder where I'm headed
With my Nanny up to Heaven, or the opposite direction?
To burn like my incense is, Eucalyptus scented
Picture through a sentence a young rap apprentice
Gifted with a pen, a little rough around the edges
To himself he pledges to create something authentic
First I must repent, How I acted was pathetic
The shame in me's imbedded, self-inflicted limitation
Accused you, I projected, Of using me like Reddit
When I whine is it fermented?
Yes, I'm still doing it makeshift
Football meditation, Cam went away in Missouri, Education
Only back for vacations
Dyl's doing sports bets, still do lunch with Mason
Maybe not as often, more so on occasion
Busy at this age and so much has been changing
Turning like the page, Bob Seger use to play on the radio station, on the way to school
When my Dad would take me to
He graduated 92', I graduated 2019
Now I'm getting' faded on a Friday Evening
Looking in the mirror like I can't believe it
Falling to my knees like, damn I need Jesus
Damn. I need Jesus

They say, "You're a mess"
I say, "What an understatement"
They say that, "You're Blessed"
I say, "Correct," as to embrace it
I say, "What's a check without a proper bank to take it?
What's a dollar and a dream for, if not to make change with?"

You're rocking pretty ice, but you're pretty ice cold
Live a busy life, busy missing phone calls
But what a night and what do I know?
Mean it's only right, there's no tomorrow
Took it too far, too out of control
You're a superstar, you're ego can't be told no
Who's in charge, does it have a hold
Doesn't know he's 'boutta blow, supernova

Over and over, Caught in the closure
He knows not a damn thing falling out I shouldered
Too much pleasure's pain my tolerance, safe to say I'm lower
Waters worth more in a dry land, than on a shelf on Wixom, Kroger
As I cultivate in my heath, wait on your ledger like a Joker
Too serious I'm said to be, haha am I getting closer?
To unraveling the mystery,
If not to make change with what are my dreams for?
Like Dan Campbell like a forth down,
I think I just gotta go for it
(Got you're Virgo on my pinky ring)
These are memories you gave me, in other words, lyrics you're supplying
You've become like folklore, I guess this is me trying
Fame I was eyeing without truly recognizing
The blessing was beside me, the blessings are beside me

I come to you in soul search
A relic of my old church
Known for sayin' "Word"
That boy driven like a Chauffeur
Pedal like a rose, ended up on Ashstan Rd
Knee bleeding, flipped a bike,
That was quite some time ago
That was quite some time ago
Now I'm flipping through these chapters implementing what I know
All while seeking what I don't and trying to let go, damn

I make mistakes, I look for grace
I say I'll change, I never change
To some I'm known as Alex Lange
And others simply Al
Maybe you know me as Young Renegade
I've been away awhile, child growing through the growing pains
I don't enjoy the crowd
Turning pages, paper towel
Throw it in I've thought about it
What role can I play in making change?
With your allowance
What have I to say for my mistakes?
"They aren'y my proudest moments"
Seen em' slip away, price I've paid more than college tuition
To remain in memory banks, once recounted
Physically I'm pained, mentally I'm melancholic
An optimist who's drained, knowledge with age
But age ain't knowledge
All I want's redemption, money and fame could do without it

Sure you're rocking pretty ice, but you're pretty ice cold
Live a busy life, busy missing phone calls
But what a night and what do I know?
Mean it's only right, there's no tomorrow
Took it too far, too out of control
You're a superstar, you're ego can't be told no
Who's in charge, does it have a hold
Doesn't know he's 'boutta blow, supernova