Текст песни
There
is
that
one
thing,
That
I
always
think
about
When
will
I
get
the
stage
and
crowd,
I
always
dream
about
Where
am
I
slacking,
what
have
I
been
missing
out
What
do
you
need,
a
nice
face
with
a
sexy
pout
Why
aren't
the
people,
listening
to
music
that
I
put
out
Is
it
that
bad,
should
I
just
pack
my
bag
and
move
out?
I
am
frustrated,
why
haven't
I
been
talked
about
All
this
hardwork
and
these
mumble
bumbles
bagging
out
I
am
an
artist,
and
it
breaks
me
to
see
my
stats
a
100
views
or
less,
how
will
I
sign
my
cheques
The
struggle
is
real,
hats
off
to
all
my
brothers
I
know
the
work
you
put
in,
going
through
all
that
trouble
I
got
no
money,
to
pay
to
a
record
label
I
work
with
stuff
I
have,my
laptop
and
my
table
I
write
my
own
lyrics,
record
it
in
my
room
Mix
and
master
all
my
stuff,
cause
I
cant
pay
for
a
tune
But
I
won't
stop
at
this,
I
will
grind
day
and
night
untill
I
make
it
big,
until
my.
career
takes
a
flight
I
don't
say
I
write
the
best,
spit
the
shit,
fuck
the
rest
But
I
still
make
sense,
sound
better
than
these
mumble
chaps
I
have
faith
in
me,
faith
in
the
work
I
do
I
cry
every
night,
but
mum
doesn't
have
a
clue
I
wanna
earn
a
name,
and
make
my
mumma
proud
but
I
feel
helpless,
my
knees
are
on
the
ground
I
wanna
fly,
I
wanna
fly
again
I
wanna
fly,
I
wanna
fly
again
I
wanna
fly,
I
wanna
fly
again
I
wanna
fly,
I
wanna
fly
again
I
wanna
fly,
I
wanna
fly
again
I
wanna
fly,
I
wanna
fly
again
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