Livewire Lyrics

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Livewire
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Livewire
Windin’ the beat, tryin’ to eat
Still choppin’ up the samples that I find in the streets
I kind of made it but my life is only kind of complete
I still got a couple of goals that I’m trying to meet
I’m still dealing with the companies’ lies and deceit
But I’m still known to triumph in the eye of defeat
I gaze at the stars, blazin’ all my favorite cigars
I’m worldwide, but now I’m trying to take it to Mars
My rhymin’ is dope, I roll around with prominent folk
And I’m kind of the man, but still it’s like I’m kind of a joke
It’s like they’re tryin’ to put a hole up in the side of my boat
I’m in the ocean and I’m motherfuckin’ tryin’ to float

And I’m trying, trying, trying, trying not to sink
It’s like I never get a moment never stop to think
Our close friends wonder why I never want to link
It’s like I’m so fuckin’ pro it’s like I’m on the brink
Still broke, even though I know I’m real dope
And you can throw me in the ocean and I will float
I don’t need a yacht, not even a little boat
You think that they can fuckin’ beat me but they still won’t
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I’m a livewire
Livewire
Cause I’m alive
Friends telling me I should probably write more
Other people say I should be in the psych ward
It’s something that I fight for
I swim light like knicks[?] me in the light sword[?]
Got a couple broken pieces in my pipe drawer
I take a shot still tryin’ the get the high score
But impatient I hate when people tell me fuckin’ wait a sec
When I was young I took a shit under my neighbor’s deck
But now I’m grown catchin’ major wreck
Travel the globe doing shows, meeting people, showing great respect
I hate when fake people tell me is real
They try to sell you followers but can’t sell you the skills it takes to earn them
Fake human beings they got new ways to burn them
A rhyme strong enough to break your sternum
On my own still, showing off the microphone skill
I’m so ill. I never will be over the hill
I’m everlasting
In the studio forever smashing
Driving fast as fuck but never have the fear of crashing
The lone wolf
I whoop a horses’ ass with it’s own hoof
You rhyme like the bitch-ass dog, you don’t woof
Or walk around with the mic in the street to keep my cypher complete
I’m heavy heartened but I’m light on my feet
I married the beats, I’ll probably never achieve on the sound
Keep my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground
Cause I’m a livewire
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