Dreams

It's my dream, to play to a sold out stadium, right?/ I finally feel like I'm close, I can reach the light/ But in spite, my self-confidence is quite light/ But I gotta get over it, just gotta be on the inside/ And by the end of it all, I'll be closer than ever/ I'll have millions of fans, and love them all forever/ And when my music is played, from sea to shining sea/ That's when I'll be the happiest, just you wait and see/ When I'm away from this mic, I'm just a hating fiend/ I'll carry this love to my grave as I lay deceased/ My will to succeed is strong enough to break concrete/ Hopefully my music will make you feel to the same degree/ I tried to focus more on technique, mistakenly/ But now I'm back to my roots, you'll never take the tree/ Game over shirt on, hopefully smaller/ But don't you ever doubt this crazed, brazen penniless author/ Penning tales about the south, like my last name is Faulkner/ Creeping around this game, like a torturous stalker/ I'm tired of looking back, now I'm only going forward/ Fuck you if you try and hold me back I'll no longer falter/ And I love this music, like it was my very own daughter/ So thank you to my fans, you keep me on my grind/ So I can finally hit the to and get that top five shine/ And start rhyming with my idols like Royce da 5"9'/ Hindsight's 20/20, foresight's blind/ I need you guys to help me through so I can end my strife/ Maybe I'll see success in my next lifetime/ This self-doubt feels like I've been hit in the chest five times/ I'm obsessed by time, going too slow, breaklights on/ A killer whale in a game full of great white sharks/ Done worrying about these assholes, take my place by force/ Then stand there as equals as the bassline drops/