Just A Song

[Verse 1 - Guante] I know the fashion You act like you don't give a damn Minnesota nice, Minneapolis laid back, like This is so natural To step in front of stage lights, and on the wings of 50 strangers take flight They've got the posture of upper Midwesterners Who ignore the message and relate to the messengers Stay looking in the mirror for a martyr, right But I ain't ever fit that everyman archetype I spark to life in darkness Drums like warclubs, every four bars a catharsis Sincerity, I keep it in my life I eat scenesters with late night pizza by the slice Spit out the iPhones, and mine shows It's easy to nod to the beats we rhyme on, and Music doesn't have to be more than just music But it can be So why not? [Hook x2 - Claire de Lune] Your love, your sweat, your tears Your blood, your hopes, your fears If a song is just a song Then you're doing it, doing it, doing it wrong [Verse 2 - Guante] Yo, I've seen a shaman conjure spirits out of thin air With no label, cosigned, so you didn't care I've seen a singer knee deep in the stage Ripping out her insides for the five people who paid I've seen a set capsulate a whole city, just Too much beautiful, and not enough pretty for you It's true, I've seen a whole lot of misery too So who's ankles would you want to break I've seen 'em asking for sign, fall away For just 25 minutes and change, I see change It found me, wrapped round me, like a coccoon Listening, to emergic, listening, that's something new That's music to me, not the background noise, but the current that we ride on Bet, they want rappers to sweat But I'mma bleed out til the end of my song, come on [Hook x2 - Claire de Lune] Your love, your sweat, your tears Your blood, your hopes, your fears If a song is just a song Then you're doing it, doing it, doing it wrong [Verse 3 - Guante] Honestly, I don't give a damn about the weather Don't really care that you just broke up, that you're just broke Or that you don't know what to major in, or what to do with yourself when you grow up I don't give a damn about the weather Don't really care who won the big game, the teams are logos The players interchangeable, here for a season or two and then swept away, and hey I don't give a damn about the weather So before small talk is established, understand There's a difference between happiness and joy Between friends and people you just chat with Between sadness and utter despair Between butterfly wings and doubt There's a difference between weather and climate Look what we find ourselves talking about Your love, your sweat, your tears Your blood, your hopes, your fears If a song is just a song You're doing it wrong You're doing it wrong You're doing it wrong