Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 22, artist - Abstract. Album song Something to Write Home About, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cyber Syndicate
Song language: English
22 |
Just wanted to make them proud |
But you can’t tell ups from downs |
It’s all alright |
You can find company |
In hearts that beat all in sync |
We’re all alright |
We gon' be okay |
We gon' be alright |
Musta been 2:11 when the world ended |
Least it felt like it at the time |
Teenage years make a heart break worse |
Plus a lot was going on |
Couldn’t stop it at the time |
Dad tried to flip the house |
Funny that it all landed upside down |
Known for being optimistic started feeling different |
Couldn’t fix it started writing lyrics all because |
Nobody tried to hear it |
'Round the same time |
Hooked to the nicotine |
Music and a smoke were synonymous to me it seemed |
Paid prices, through devices |
Both sides, obsessed with a vision |
I know I could make mine |
I knew it would take time |
I knew they would doubt shine |
Thought it was just music |
Didn’t know that they would take sides |
Freestyle at the party |
They said turn it down |
Sorry, was I talking over what you’re gossiping about? |
Small town with dreams that didn’t involve skis |
Lookin' at me like a weirdo, outside of the scene |
Stuck to my friends not fucking with fair weather |
But the maple showers brought out the May weather |
Didn’t know what I was doing |
But I knew I couldn’t stop |
Wasn’t slowing down even when my 4th tape dropped |
Round the time I was drunk most my Freshman year |
Was so focused on my craft that my grades got weird |
Just wanted to make them proud |
But you can’t tell ups from downs |
It’s all alright |
You can find company |
In hearts that beat all in sync |
We’re all alright |
Thought I figured out |
I just wasn’t made for degrees |
Went home then I went back early '14 |
All my friends had new friends |
And I lived off campus |
In a dingy apartment on a twin bed mattress |
Sucked but I kept my grades up for a bit |
I would kick it with some homies every now and again |
But the Laramie cold was keeping me inside |
And I was smokin' on the green when I needed to write |
Wasn’t able to sleep or even write without it |
And being alone, made my anxiety spike |
If I was hanging with the group, I was drinkin' that night |
Couldn’t handle being out without a drink in my sight |
Was a mess working on the science of feeling tall |
If it wasn’t for that tape, I wouldn’t get up at all |
Recording on a mic that was USB |
Thankfully I had Craig making all of my beats |
Still strugglin' tryna be heard |
Still a joke back home stuck in his work |
Dropped science, to dead silence |
I was like, «word» |
They don’t get it yet, but I swear that it’s gon' work |
Went back home for the summer |
Met up with a girl that I used to love |
But I was all messed up at the time because |
I couldn’t deal with thinking about another end to us |
She brought me back to life |
Back in senior year |
Couple months of that |
And then she disappeared |
She explained to me, and it made sense to me |
That I couldn’t move forward with a heart and fear |
So I got distant on some bitch shit |
Can’t lie, I was truly being a dipshit like oh my |
Knew I would move to Seattle then |
Home never let me stay too long, I guess |
Just wanted to make them proud |
But you can’t tell ups from downs |
It’s all alright |
You can find company |
In hearts that beat all in sync |
We’re all alright |
Music wasn’t makin' money |
So I headed out to AI |
Arts school so I thought cool Imma be fine |
Family wanted a degree, cool Imma get mine |
Not sure if I made the move for me at the time |
I just had to get out |
I was just tired of being home |
Every ounce of my future was ridin' on a microphone |
That’s a lot of pressure |
Even for a kid that’s sure with no measure |
To measure if my music was truly meant to deliver |
Fell in love with the city |
Fell back in love with my art |
I was truly in the present, I learned to follow my heart |
Truly independent, and finally makin' my mark |
A Team Worldwide was steady lightin' a spark |
100K, a couple million, then 10's |
Views gone crazy, I was over the fence |
I was over the moon and then Neverland dropped |
That right there but I’m never gonna land off |
AI wasn’t really what I thought it would be |
But I met a couple friends I’ve been happy to keep |
Left that summer back home again |
Then I started plotting out how the team would win |
We decided that it was time that we all should meet |
Overseas with the team for a couple of weeks |
Patrick, Craig, Glenn, Gustav, and me |
Set up in a cabin south of Stockholm streets |
5 musicians, 4 countries, 1 album |
Took 5 years to make this our outcome |
Used to ask how come, now they ask how |
I just believed in it way more than most thou |
I just remained me and painted what I’ve seen |
Painting you all the lows and highs in these dreams |
All the pleasure and pain |
The sun that came after rain |
Now we on our way |
Life will never be the… |
Same |
Just wanted to make them proud |
But you can’t tell ups from downs |
It’s all alright |
You can find company (22 and I’m way more) |
In hearts that beat all in sync (22 and I’m way more) |
We’re all alright (22 and I’m way more wise) |
22 and I’m way more wise to the fact |
That the world makes plans that the mind can’t hatch |
No heart makes dreams work and time can’t match |
And I choose to be truth nothing rhymes like that |