No Miracle

[Intro: Irish goodbye means you just leave the bar without Telling anyone goodbye...like I plan on leaving hip-hop I work really fucking hard, I don't deserve the hatred and bitterness I get One day I'm gonna be out of here...you won't even know it.] It seems like every time I got my hopes up I just hung a rope up Kicked the chair from under me and hung until I choked but I never got to see heaven's glorious bells All I got's a couple scars and a couple stories to tell Lonely narratives, alcoholism deep in my heritage It's never gonna be perfect--accept it, learn to cherish it You see, I had dreams of being a superstar Popping open champagne in limos, stealing groupies' hearts The truth about this game will make you truly barf To even move this far, I worked stupid hard So this was no surprise--know it, I said it This is not an accident; I sent a goal and I met it Sometimes you gotta give yourself some credit Face it, there's good reward in working hard and staying dedicated Keep it consistent, keep the work flow steady and patient And once your goals are met, you can take a vacation I never looked at hard work as unbearable So when I'm successful, it's no miracle I never looked at hard work as unbearable So when I'm successful, it's no miracle The biggest fear when writing music is I'll one day have to sing it on a wedding or a cruise ship To an apathetic audience while begging for amusement These two bit pricks don't realize it's my passion, it's my passion, that's some true shit You know some soccer mom, clearly she don't like my songs Biting a martini olive off a toothpick like "who's this?" Uh, my name's Mac Lethal and I wasted fifteen years of my life on this, you rude bitch Nah, that didn't happen; fuck, I'm getting famous My fans are saying I'm a sellout, that's how sick this game is I ain't doing circus tricks or kissing anus I still got my dignity and kid to me, that isn't shit to play with Stop making twisted faces, man, don't be pathetic This was not an accident--I set a goal and I met it I'm 'bout to blow the fuck up I got some new enemies, old friends grow the fuck up I never looked at hard work as unbearable So when I'm successful, it's no miracle Nah! I never looked at hard work as unbearable So, so when I'm successful, it's no miracle I never been the type to give my demo tape to famous people A good or bad opinion from 'em never made me lethal I never chased celebrities or sweat 'em up a tree Instead blew the underground apart and let 'em come to me Cause I'm the brainy type Taming cash, one half Damon Dash, other half Dana White With a big artsy spirit, man, the world's my oyster Judge me for that, and not the girls I cloister Wait! Hold up, hold up I can taste my Paxil, I break my capsule Or take five Advil But every time I smoke weed it makes life fragile So before you offer it, just say "bye" asshole Here, have a cock to suck and pull I got some goals to reach, man, rock and fucking roll I'm 'bout to sink they battleship See, work ethic plus passionate equals success that's no accident Nah! I never looked at hard work as unbearable So, so, uh, when I'm successful, it's no miracle No sir, I never looked at hard work as unbearable So when I'm, so when I'm, so when I'm successful, it's no miracle