Lyrics Alive - LEX the Lexicon Artist

They say that, you gotta sell something you don′t have first
So Imma, pretend i'm decent for the whole damn verse
But not too long ago I thought nothing could ever be worse
Than living life like a stage play that I never rehearsed

Cause they say

Sing for the moment, they tell you, freeze it and own it
We know this, but would you rather be working out or eating a donut?
But if you go for the marshmallow you′re not a grownup
So I'm sitting here bitch made, waiting for shit to show up

But every brain cell that I'm spending sitting overthinking
Could be the same cell that I′ll liquidate with overdrinking
Well I′ve been thinking maybe we got it wrong
To be existing in a predictable beat of a song

So right now

If you're alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
East bay put your goddamn hands up
Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up

Yeah, if you′re alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
Taipei put your goddamn hands up
Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive

See life's a mystery, that′s why we study history
But learning from my screwups has never quite been a fit for me
I spent my energy on the major asymmetry
In my left brain, fairly uncommon in the industry

And I crave fame but I'm jaded by the limiting
Framework where famous tends to operate artistically
And so I′d stay up running the same words in my head
Dreading the fact that I won't catch a break realistically

But if the UCs evaluate holistically
And if the rap game's saturated statistically
Then maybe that means I don′t have to live so cynically
Cause people flip their shit at a rapper with my ethnicity

You′ll won't catch me filming concerts on an iphone
Live in every minute like i′m crossing over timezones
Fuck the status quo I'll make the genre my own
Keep writing lyrics that′ll get your fucking mind blown

Yeah, if you're alive, put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
East bay put your goddamn hands up
Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up

Yeah, if you′re alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
Taipei put your goddamn hands up
Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive

That's what I tell myself, but I'm a perfectionist
I wish that being a hedonist was more effortless
I wish success was dependent on only cleverness
But all this other bullshit makes me think that I ain′t meant for this

But never mind, I′m feeling now while I'm thinking big
Take over the world with just a pen between my fingertips
I′ll run the marathon, I don't have to sprint to it
Cause living′s like I'm doing my taxes, I′m fucking intuit

Yeah, if you're alive, put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
East bay put your goddamn hands up
Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up

Yeah, if you're alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
Taipei put your goddamn hands up
Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive