Текст песни Chasing Rainbows (feat. Gloria Kim) - Marc Goone feat. Gloria Kim

Yo, they're like, oh my god, you fuckin rap
To the white folk I'm a thug with a tats
To the black folk I'm too fuckin frat
Yo fuck this crap get fed up
My dad says keep your head up
And don't let yourself let up
I almost had my bread up
Then got jacked, now I'm back, in a worse place then I was
Get some pats, on my back, but my name ain't got no buzz
Hit em w a track, and you swear, that this gone be the one
Cuz you ain't never topped it, talk it up and drop it then youre back to square one
And this is art to me, and its heartening, that potentially ill live off it
But disheartening, that a part of me, says compriomise to make lil profit
Real topic, seems theyll cop it, if you talking about pill poppin
Dealin rock and gettin guap and it helps by the way if youre real shockin
I don't spill often, my heart that is, just took a hit and I'm still coughin
They don't get me, if I said kill kenny, they'd say why the fuck would you wanna kill lofton?
Sealed off in, this lil box and, thinkin this could be the one a mil watchin
Like this is it, hah, yeah right, again we gotchya
Every night
Close my eyes
Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring
Every day
I awake
Yet it's the same old song that they sing
Play for a new crowd
Yet its the same show
Achieving new highs
Yet feel the same low
I start to think they're right
Some things can't change though
So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows
Me I be a little bove the ground height
Marijuana otherwise I'd be wound tight
Livin in the age of the sound bite
Man that's the shit that I don't like
Man i hate skip bayless stations bating viewers, chasing ratings
Hey have you heard jason batemans gay and dating, make a rumor
Have a strong opinion, take your viewers, con them into
Buyin in, a nation where we, take our very, own and mold them
Make consumers
And you wonder why we're
Plagued with tumors
As we come to find its
Straight manure
That theyre feeding us leading us now to believe
That we're unhappy
Vacant you are
Not content?
Wanna feel better?
Then buy this shit
You'll feel better
Get a lotta shit
Spend real cheddar
Come shop n shit
Our deals better
A scholarship to college yep, just to get a good job we can tolerate
The modern day, american dream, see to live it now you gotta be not awake
Workin jobs we hate, to buy more shit that we don't need, its a viscious race
Cuz the bigger the hole thats inside the more we buy as we try just to fill its place
I ain't tryin to preach, i'm part of the trend, hopin my art makes exorbitant bread
America, huh, the more unhappy we are, the more that we spend
Every night
Close my eyes
Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring
Every day
I awake
Yet it's the same old song that they sing
Play for a new crowd
Yet its the same show
Achieving new highs
Yet feel the same low
I start to think they're right
Some things can't change though
So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows
Fame only comes to the best and worse
Yes its a blessing a curse with aversive effects
Im the first to confess that its easier to be the worst than the best
And the persons effected, the borderline
Between good and great, the more the try
The more they find, theyre marginalized
Either part of them dies or theyre fortified
Man, 2chainz and the based god, yup both of those dudes
They can rap
Titty boi was playas circle and lil b was in the pack
And skip bayless was writing books, nah i guess really
He was a still a hack But my point is, its easier to get noticed than to master your craft
And Matter of fact I know, if youre good enough then youre broke
But if youre good enough to be good enough then youre good enough to be to be a joke
Uh, Shortcut vs long climb
Overnight vs long time
When youre climbin long enough
It get kinda rough
And you ponder that won't lie
And then I confide in the end tho, if notoriety the end goal
Then by all means, do your thing, do what you gotta do to its simple
Grab for the cash, it come and it go, and you gotta live with the after effects
But master your craft, have massive effect, but like von gogh could be after your death
Every night
Close my eyes
Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring
Every day
I awake
Yet it's the same old song that they sing
Play for a new crowd
Yet its the same show
Achieving new highs
Yet feel the same low
I start to think they're right
Some things can't change though
So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows