paroles de chanson The Storm - Midas

Cold sweats
Yeah I get it often
Tryna be the fucking best
Is what we all be after
The leaves falling
Need a vest
Cause outsides getting colder
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's laughter
I get a feeling like some pins hurting me
It's the pressure
Sometimes I reminisce about depression
I learned my fucking lesson

I guess I'm going off to war
In this game Ima soldier
I counted my blessings
Everything that I use as my fuel
This shit is a test the rain ain't gone
And thunder getting louder
I gotta confess I'm scared to fail
Myself I gotta duel
Got so many questions
I can't afford to lose no
Gotta be my best one
And win the race for sure
I need the ticking Patek
To remind that time is money
When I figure out how to buy time
Then I'll know I got plenty
I hear the fucking lightning
Above me
I just wanna go home
But remind myself I want peace
I need to get the throne
I want this shit till I OD
So I don't care no more
I grind until I don't feel my feet
My hands and my own face
I'll win the fucking race
They use to call me Pace
But I turned everything to gold
So Midas is the name
I never fold
Work hard till my stories told
Fuck the problems
I overcome em
I'm gon be the goat

Nobody really knows how many hours I've spent
Perfecting my flow
Writing till I got no ink in my pen
Yeah my shits a perfect ten
But I've been feeling tense
The clouds getting darker
Gathering over me while my lense
Getting blurred by the haters
And people that claim they fans
When they clearly want an in
If I make it
Know they'll pretend
Don't even know
Whats within
The mind
Of the kid
The strongest winds and coldest rain
Rages over me
It's pain
I've been cooking in the kitchen perfecting my recipe
Like crack to the fiend
That shit is my reason to be
Now I'm brought back on the scene
I'm still deflecting misery
That's inflicted by the wicked
Wanting bread because of greed
Reminiscing 2015
Incredible True Story
In my headphones
While I'm walking home
I wanted the glory
I do still but I've improved and
I changed my way of thinking
I'm grinding every day so there's no way that I won't make it

Cold sweats
Yeah I get it often
Tryna be the fucking best
Is what we all be after
The leaves falling
Need a vest
Cause outsides getting colder
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's laughter
I get a feeling like some pins hurting me
It's the pressure
Sometimes I reminisce about depression
I learned my fucking lesson

I guess I'm going off to war
In this game Ima soldier
I counted my blessings
Everything that I use as my fuel
This shit is a test the rain ain't gone
And thunder getting louder
I gotta confess I'm scared to fail
Myself I gotta duel
Got so many questions
I can't afford to lose no
Gotta be my best one
And win the race for sure
I need the ticking Patek
To remind that time is money
When I figure out how to buy time
Then I'll know I got plenty
I hear the fucking lightning
Above me
I just wanna go home
But remind myself I want peace
I need to get the throne
I want this shit till I OD
So I don't care no more
I grind until I don't feel my feet
My hands and my own face
I'll win the fucking race
They use to call me Pace
But I turned everything to gold
So Midas is the name
I never fold
Work hard till my stories told
Fuck the problems
I overcome em
I'm gon be the goat

There's too much fog in my surroundings
Looking at the clock I'm feeling stressed
Yeah my heart pounding
Do I want a house with picket fences job in accounting
Waking up every morning regretting that I stopped dreaming
I'm blessed with opportunities
But my heart wanna turn them down
Looking for a better me
Hoping one day he'll come around
I've been obsessed with the sound
The appeal is too real
They say I'm pretty good right now
You should've seen me last year
Or two years ago when the storm made me live some of my fears
Thank my mom because she know I'm grateful that I'm still here
Stronger than ever I'll pierce the game without using a spear
On this sphere
Living life
Hoping I ain't lie too much
Hoping vice didn't change me and didn't make me lose touch
Hard situations nowadays only seem to get more tuff
So it's rough
But I ain't ever gonna give up
I'll win and show these kids
To never be afraid to rise up
This my come up

Cold sweats
Yeah I get it often
Tryna be the fucking best
Is what we all be after
The leaves falling
Need a vest
Cause outsides getting Colder
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's laughter
I get a feeling like some pins hurting me
It's the pressure
Sometimes I reminisce about depression
I learned my fucking lesson