Choirboys

No more wasting time I realised what's on the line When she gets blue and leaves you Then there's nothing left behind Work to fill the hole Your demons lurk so bare your soul You see life is suffering meaning's buffering Potholes but you need a goal Me I had to get on a stage I had to rage I had to tear down my cage Wicker man I put the pen to the page Tired of getting by on minimum wage Tired of being underrated shit Tired of being treated like a kid It's my lot in life Acting out my bit And it was never a choice It isn't counterfit 'Bout to lose my mind 'Bout to lose my mind Fuck waiting in line Fuck waiting in line 'Bout to take what's mine 'Bout to take what's mine Fuck waiting in line Fuck waiting in line It's not roadman rap I don't want to fake This is good guy rap it's that give and take I was fast asleep but now I'm wide awake And I believe that we're ready for the overtake Spitting white boy raps with the high-pitched voice Man I spent my youth with the choirboys Looking at your tracks yelling what are those No radio can't deal with the noise Everybody tries to sound the same True it's no surprise but it's a shame Stay in my own lane I cant't complain But it's oh so tragic all I hear 'em saying It's too sloppy make it poppy All they know to do it's sad but true is copy Do it with my crew I do it with my posse Seeing it through so it's no use to stop me 'Bout to lose my mind 'Bout to lose my mind Fuck waiting in line Fuck waiting in line 'Bout to take what's mine 'Bout to take what's mine Fuck waiting in line Fuck waiting in