Remember Me [c. 2011]

[Verse: College Smart] I, kick flows, hit the road Off to another quick show tonight Praying that my fans pull through once more ‘Cause I’m trying to move on from this open mic Sold tickets to a couple no shows They don’t understand, that don’t help my plight Feeling so high ‘til the lights turn off ‘Cause some people still trying to shoot down my flight I, felt better when I made no cheddar And went ham on these haters when they talked that shit And now I’m stuck sucking up to the Owners of the clubs ‘cause I’m trying to get on they gigs Oh shit, I thinking I’m losing my mind I ain’t slept in a week long skid Out of place in the city Like Mase was with Diddy Lights Shyne like Biggie, I feel Born Again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These lights Shyne like Biggie I feel born again I be Dead Wrong if I pass on this life My time in this town feels close to the end Too many bills and I’m taking these pills To feel sane, these games getting harder to win Trying to stay real, I don’t know what real is And the rules to this shit getting harder to bend [Hook: College Smart] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When I’m gone, when I’m gone, will you ‘member me? ‘member me? Young bright kid with the energy, energy For the fame of the game gave up everything, everything Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Will my songs live on for eternity When I’m on will my haters try to murder me? Or will I die before anybody heard of me? [Verse: College Smart] Oh dear, no fair You been running round in my mind all year Trying to keep cool while you try to cohear To the life that I lead, I’ma dry those tears I’m spend that cash, the little that I have ‘Til I overdraft, fuck a bank teller I don’t think she hear a damn thing that I tell her About the show for the show for the show at Coachella She don’t know, I was born to be a winner Fuck November, I’ll be gone for the winter If I have to be a globetrotter, I’ll be tricking Even if I have to starve, I’ll be bringing home the dinner My music make the fans go crazy But I ain't doing shit if I ain't got no plays With these part time classes and full time job I only have time for some part time bars And that don’t leave time for a full time girlfriend She tell me that's the reason why we falling apart So if I take away the job, that’s 50 hours gone And the house and the car get defaulted tomorrow And if I take away the school than I'm just another Bueller Fearing that I'm losing my father’s support So the mic gets dusty and the rhymes get rusty And then my girl acquiesces to us pressing abort