Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Hole , by - Locksmith. Release date: 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 |