Текст песни soul project - BusKING

I've been climbing these charts, smelling arsenic My music career's over, I'm just starting it
I wanna be on stage, do I push it further? Wish I could go see her, my girl, but it's over
Man, feel like a golden state leader like Caesar. This is my presidency, my presence, you see
Sir, it's less about money and more about time I'm feeling so damn rich with the way I spend mine

It's fucking sublime, time is of the essence It's a curse and a blessing, no more second guessing
Going back to my dressing room, getting ready to headline Wireless, one day my left wrist will be covered in diamonds
I ain't see nobody popping who's taking their time to leave negative comments
The backlash, you gotta negate it Shit, it's funny, they all say you ain't gonna make it

Then when you do, they go, shit, I know you will make it
So just wait, I'll take that leap of faith, and be so famous I'll have mutuals popping up and acting shameless
I guess nothing changes, the place I grew up in got blooded pavements. The street corners full of midnight payments
How can I forsake this? My mind is an enslavement I'm just waiting for my chart replacement

My music is melodies, stare in amazement. With time being present, I know I gotta be patient
Hey crowd pleaser, have you heard of this Busking guy yet? I heard he's pretty upset, cause no one thinks he can represent
So let him sit down and air his wicked thoughts and repent, his body tolls on it
This is his 'Soul Project', letting out his voice on it some call him the ringleader, like he's J.R.R. Tolkien

He's smoked enough beats so no one's toking it The hate he felt growing up, he's revoking it
The passion he has for music, he's just owning it, fighting demons like Jet Lee, he's crowing it
He can already hear the crowd shouting his name, but not in vain, no longer in pain that he can sustain
The crowds are loud at shouting out, the people above him have frowned down

Look at me now, wearing my crown tilted from the angle I see life in
I keep moving, constant striving you think you can hurt me? Bitch I like it, so go try it
"Oh yeah, I've heard of this Busking guy, I don't know what to tell you, he seems pretty fly
But I can't lie, I don't know why People punish him for trying

Sorry I don't mean to pry, I just see him on stages With spot lights beaming in his face and
He'll be in his place then, cause you can see by the way he's taking his time
Music will be the thing that keeps him fine, but it's all in his mind, just wait he's not even in his prime
Give him some time and a piece of mind." Fine

I've been climbing these charts smelling arsenic my music career's over, I'm just starting it
I wanna be on stage, do I push it further? Wish I could go see her... my girl, but it's over
Man, feel like a golden state leader like Caesar This is my presidency, my presence you see
Sir, it's less about money and more about time I'm feeling so damn rich

From the way I spend mine is fucking sublime, time is of the essence, it's a curse and a blessing
You know the rest man, fuck