Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is My Life (f.k.a. Thin Line), artist - Kano. Album song London Town, in the genre Дабстеп
Date of issue: 04.09.2007
Record label: 679
Song language: English
This Is My Life (f.k.a. Thin Line) |
There’s a thin line between love and hate |
There’s a thin line between real and fake |
There’s a thin line between everything |
That’s why more times I don’t say anything |
But I’m fed up of shows, fed up of stress |
Fed up of promos, fed up of press |
I need to find some inspiration before I’m fed up of this |
Fed up of the business |
Fed up of all the opinions |
I’m just trying to make my music |
There just trying to make millions |
Cause I’m K-A-N-O now |
Product to be sold out |
A marketing plan that I can’t slow down |
And look how bait my face is |
So I can’t roll now |
There’s a few places I can’t go now |
But I love the music, love the studio |
Love the vibe, love the beats |
But that’s enough for me |
The hypes too much for me |
And yeh I’d love to be |
The greatest MC that ever fell in |
Love with bars and fucked the beat |
You can’t fuck with me |
I’m ahead of the rest |
I speak from the heart |
And push out my chest |
I stand for something |
And you won’t stand your ground for nothing |
I’m real |
And let me tell you exactly how I feel |
It’s more than a product |
It’s life |
A product of my environment |
This is my life |
This is my love |
This is my voice |
And the place were I’m from |
This is me |
My heart on my sleeve |
Ain’t nobody else but me |
But check it |
I flow deep, don’t speak, I let the music |
It’s real talk |
I let the fans no what the truth is |
More times I love my job |
Some other times I think it’s bullshit |
Cause the politics and the promises |
I just dismiss myself from it |
But I can rhyme when I feel like |
And tall when wanno |
Some artist can’t even write the songs that they want to |
But I’m gifted an talented and far from a pop pac |
And far from the industries standard |
That’s standard |
True no fake-up, shoot no make-up |
Writemy own bars, so if I flop, it’s on me |
I’d fuck the city, cause I got the key to the street |
That’s why I represent every day of the week |
The pen is on me, I don’t need any more weapons |
And I love creating so much that I even forget |
That I’m fed up of shows, fed up of stress |
Fed up of pro-mos, fed up of press |
I think I found my inspiration |
I can’t be fed up of this |
Cause I don’t think the nation gives a fuck if I’m selling this shit |
I’d do it for nephew, I’d do it for me |
I d do it for my whole fam, cause they’d do it for me |
I’d do it for the whole fans, I’d do it for the whole click |
No matter how big |
I still hold it down |
I still float about |
I still crawl around shit |
So no matter how rich I get |
I’ll still be a product of my environment |