Текст песни The Dollar - Adam Calhoun

Twenty years
Twenty years ago fir...
Man I′ve been at this for twenty years

Twenty years ago first show
I was twenty years old, time flies, I don't know where it goes
Pull up bumpin′ Jay through the speakers of a hoopty
Now it's barricades and black SUVs
Time flies when you're miserable
First album was a CD now everything′s digital
Can′t believe I lived through everything I've been through
House filled with black dudes, I slept in the living room
Late night studio, rappin′ in the basement
Missed out on my son as a kid, didn't raise him
Caught a few cases, got locked up in state pen
I remember Tamen was eight then
I was poor sleepin′ on the floor
It's depressin′ I knew I wanted more
I guess it was a blessing
Now I'm writing album number four in the West Wing
Did a bunch of tours, I can afford the best things
I went from broke as a joke to rich as it gets
I went from dead beat dad to raisin' my kid
I went from hell in a cell to be able to live
I went from poor to wealth and I hate this

Dollar and a dream it ain′t always what it seems
So be careful what you wish for
Dollar and a dream it ain′t always what it seems
Careful what you wish for

Life long friends that'll stab you in the back
They′re the first ones that'll ask for some cash
I can′t even talk to my dad without his hand out
I was least likely to succeed, I'm the man now
Ten cars in the pole barn I don′t even drive
Four wheelers, dirt bikes I don't even ride
I just sit in this chair, blank stare, look outside
That's a hell of a price to pay for this life
Mater fact you know I been to hell and back twice
Angel stuck by my side that I shoulda made my wife
But I spend my time online lookin′ at pictures of Instagram models
That′s my addiction
Fly 'em out, give ′em money, this ain't free
Stay up all night, lose sleep
Get what I need, it′s a disease
You ain't payin′ 'em to stay, you're payin′ ′em to leave, leave

Dollar and a dream it ain't always what it seems
Be careful what you wish for
Dollar and a dream it ain′t always what it seems
Be careful what you wish for

All I see is unfamiliar faces
Did my song "Racism" thought I wouldn't say it
On tour California called me racist
Boycotted shows, tried to keep me off stages
I just keep my middle finger in the air
I′m the reason that I'm here, are we clear?
You′re in the rearview, I can't even hear you
Double what I did in year one and year two
So here's to never bein′ satisfied
Always feelin′ sad inside
Tell me who's down to ride
Feelin′ like a homicide
Always gonna speak my mind, at least I tell the truth
Tell me why you always lie

I'm done man, I′m not good with this sad rap
That's just how I feel

It′s like a dollar and a dream it ain't always what it seems
It's like a dollar and a dream it ain′t always what it seems
Be careful what you wish for