Lyrics Mars Shuffle - Antoine Brown

Thumbing through all of my blessings I hate when I'm texting
I prefer the traffic I'd rather be going somewhere yeah
They mad when you winning they love when you losing
They steal your ideas then sell it back to you the industry getting outta hand yeah

Spicy said get em I told him I got him
My cup runneth over don't drink out the bottle
I put on my air max it came with a pilot
Grew up with no father I'll never forget it
See they're not creative so they'll try to steal it
Just keep on evolving keep minding your business
I put in the paperwork shield my ideas
From people on top of the industry pyramid
Speaking of pyramids they're still a mystery
Speaking of mysteries I got a new machine
Feeling like scooby I do what I wanna do
If you can't control yourself then who's controlling you
Covered in garments I'm dressed up in articles
Don't keep a journal cause that's what the music for
Floor turned to lava I just copped a hoverboard just bought a g-shock
I call it my audemar taking my time
The loyalty hard to find I don't think they know what it means yeah
Our visions feels tangible making the art is all we need yeah
Being an artist is harder than most people think It ain't really what it seems

Thumbing through all of my blessings I hate when I'm texting
I prefer the traffic I'd rather be goin somewhere yeah
They mad when you winning they love when you losing
They steal your ideas then sell it back to you the industry getting outta hand yeah

I been cooking like culinary it's a part of me
Feeling like J the Mc on my odyssey
Nine to five notes need to work on my artistry
Be more consistent but you gotta promise me
Fighting my demons still know how to bob and weave
Hacking my spirit no longer I dodge em like trinity
Need to do better I'm bouta get finicky
When I drop it might turn to catastrophe
Planetary devastation I feel the pain
Stuck in the music game it's my audacity
Life ain't a fairytale it's like a battlefield equip with the melodies who's tryna battle me
Flood the kitchen sink back in high school working 8 to 9 on the weekends
Skipping tryouts for the third time I'd rather ball out with an ink pen while I'm

Thumbing through all of my blessings I hate when I'm texting
I prefer the traffic I'd rather be goin somewhere yeah
They mad when you winning they love when you losing
They steal your ideas then sell it back to you the industry getting outta hand yeah