Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Hole, artist - Locksmith.
Date of issue: 15.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Hole |
Let me speak from the heart |
Let me breathe through the art |
Let me put it in perspective |
When I first started off |
Every rap they would scoff |
They would mock every word I projected |
Now they memory is getting kind of foggy |
See me doing shows every night, that’s a body |
Spend more time on the road than I do in my home |
House shoes in them hotel lobbies |
I don’t give a fuck about the dress code |
Policy what they call the front desk for |
Probably leave with a whole mixtape that I wrote in my room |
The boxspring from the bed soundproof was groom? |
In the process when I process what is fed |
Another black hole looming over my head |
One look to the past is a step that I lose |
To a future so bright you could taste the lead |
See, I know the journey is bigger than me |
I will not submit to this industry |
I write my songs from a genuine place |
If that makes you uncomfortable, fuck you just leave |
They manufacture our art with no soul |
Look in their faces, a desolate hole |
Long as I’m breathing, I keep making music |
I cannot create under corporate control |
You a slave to the playlist |
All you do is make songs that are tasteless |
For a label and a boss that is faceless, face it |
Nigga you a pawn you don’t say shit |
If they ask you to sing, you gon' say what song |
Looking for your bread, they gon' say move along |
I was once blind, now I see it so clear |
Now a nigga net worth moving up every year, yeah |
I been focused on my grind |
I don’t really give a fuck what they say about me |
I been on this up incline |
I bet it all on myself what that say about me |
If you understand me, then you understand grief |
Then you understand pain of the now |
I was in the mist of a mystery, miss me, with the mystique |
You a G nigga, how |
I get more bitches and don’t even try |
I’m just myself I’m a regular guy |
You nigga’s coddle and squabble for women |
Your nostrils are bending how can you deny |
Why would I even be eager to enter or entertain people who blatantly lie |
Rap is a vessel, I tell 'em god bless you |
If I can’t be me, then I’d rather just die |
I just take the vision of my mind, make it legible |
Ever since I started rapping, I’ve been counting decimals |
Let 'em keep pretending I’m extending what I’m feeling like a blanket over |
everything I did that’s impeccable |
Let 'em talk shit about a player, I’ma know |
Let talk down on what I do, I’ma show |
Up in your news feed, with a bunch of new heat |
Real motherfuckers can relate to the flow |
You a slave to your timeline |
All you do is talk shit from the sideline |
No talent so you tried to define mine |
No money so you try hard to find mine |
If they ask you to sing, you gon' say what song |
Looking for your break, they gon' say move along |
I was once deaf, now I hear it so clear |
Now a nigga net worth moving up every year, yeah |