Letra de Shoot Low
Believe it or not, I'm starting to break even a lot Still making peanuts, but I can fell a skull pop I make enough so I can't even be stopped And cope a record now and even when we frequent the shop, you seeLove the ambition, but me dodging conked auditions But now I'm sitting trying to figure how to fix 'em, yeah Decision, decisions I wished I could fix 'em No, quitting's not an option, is impossible, listenIt's time I grew up, buckled down and blew up Started making a living, instead of living off a few bucks The ol' reliable, call 'em accuser And this is my days, fuck you boyI aim high, I shoot low Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo I got a little problem when the thing got low If you ain't got gold then just act like you knowI aim high, I shoot low Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo I got a little problem when the thing got low If you ain't got gold then just act like you knowI tried to be a superhero, yeah, much untouchable But the farm pop goes under much low, low down On the go downs of your favorite dot coms We gain none from all the pronouns, fantasy is bygoneDamn it I ain't mocha, I'm Dan, with the right arm My name, man it ain't even that bright up or light It's just the truth and the factual, I wanna make you hip Musicians we ain't wizards, even Donald takes a shitIt's not the stars that lives and thrives in a bath MC's buy toilet paper, FemC's buy maxi pads Plus, 90% of busses ride in as rental bus Providing someone else income with more ends than usMe and Metty stare at bucks in disgusts Disgusting shit about, hard luck and mistrust Ya'll, things could be worse, but listen, things is not pretty I be turned down by factor, that's why you don't see me on that shittyAnd companies wants works for the funds We might have to get some Glocks, and start rapping about guns Cause it sells and it smells kinda fishy if you ask me Why do underground fans start itching for the flashy shit, damnI aim high, I shoot low Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo I got a little problem when the thing got low If you ain't got gold then just act like you knowI aim high, I shoot low Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo I got a little problem when the thing got low If you ain't got gold then just act like you knowMan sure would be nice living life on the other side of the fence Cause of the other side of the lens is lies, my friends Tell your chickens and your hens that is only just pretend Kick your rent food and phone bills, there ain't much to spendAnd the strains of the hunger pains I ain't working But I, put in dirt like it's my motherfucking name Ain't no saint to game, like the supposed producers Cause we always rain like most days in VancouverDue to factual circumstance, we strap financially No contracts to hand out or crap deals to back me Reality is a bitch, and be it as it may I beat the drums into submission and defeat the dayI aim high, I shoot low Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo I got a little problem when the thing got low If you ain't got gold then just act like you knowI aim high, I shoot low Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo I got a little problem when the thing got low If you ain't got gold then just act like you know(Get up) Get up, get out there, get something Get up, stand up, get up Get up, get out there, get somethingGet up, stand up, get up Get up, get out there, get something Get up, stand up, get up Get up, get out there, get something