Lyrics Hip Hop Believe It Sorta Stuff - FrankjavCee

Hip Hop Believe It Sorta Stuff

Let’s start right at the beginning
I have been faded
I’m eating my feelings
YouTube Adsense is doing quite well
Never would have guessed these records would sell
I could to tell you all I’m feeling great
Dicks out dicks out dicks out for Harambe
Throwing cash in the air like a idiot
I still struggle but atleast I’m fuckin' feeling it
Ya I’m feelin it, ya I’m fuckin' feeling it
Winds are changing, gonna reach millions of eyes
Are peering on me
'Cus I am so god damn interesting
Love the thrill of never knowing what’s next
Expect the unexpected
Follow the flow of the great unknown
'Cause your gift is still the present
Do I want lots of money?
Do I want lots of followers?
Or do I just want a song on the radio?
If I could be honest
This is only a chorus
But seriously I do not know
I’m still paying off my student debt
Shout out, shout out to government
Lies that education was the key
College turned this kid in to a druggie
Lab rat, snake oil, and adderall
Modern slavery and Basketball
I know I will get the success
'Cause I learned everything I learned off the internet
I will do my best to teach you
Reach you love you please you
I can’t forget my audience
Aesthetic, I said it, became it
Enjoying the ride?
Because we are not finished yet
You know this flow is ambivalent
The future shines brightly magnificent
Of course this is all no coincidence
I work harder and harder to earn this shit
I just want to be happy
Don’t care if its funny
I’d rather be laughing with the whole world
Fuck being serious
'Cause I am not feeling it
I’d rather be feeling you