Lyrics If I Could - Prop Dylan, Supastition

If I Could

If I could, I would calm down and chill more
Not always focus on putting my songs on the bill board
Build a life around the people I do live for and not chase those things most
people would’ve killed for
And I’m still sure I’ve made the right decisions
Became an underground musician and a mic magician
Who’s still spitting while some peeps of mine had a life of crime and had to
spend their first half of their life in prison
Not the types to fit in, I just wish I could’ve been a guiding beacon or they
rode the wave of my ambition
Not getting high all weekend hiding from a crime committed
Dodging the cops looking shady in their Nike fitted
I shine like a diamond glisten, but I could give a little extra when scribbling
my text up
So I can spit a little fresher when the mic’s on live
And give a finger to a heckler
Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
Standing there on the outside looking in
Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been
If I picked my moments, and not spoke on impulses
Shut my mouth more, might work under hypnosis
Jokes aside, I would give a little less damn
About the music industry, 'cause actually it’s killing me
Now who’s a real mc, who got a deal and why
It leaves a bitter sweet taste, there right up in my mouth
Yo, I gotta spit it out, otherwise I feel the doubt
All these could and should’ve and would’ve’s something I could live without
It’s been a while now, that shit hit the fan
I got a feeling it’ll do without contingency plans
I should work but I’m tired like the Michelin man
Of peeps who talk beside their mouths like ventriloquist hands
Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
Standing there on the outside looking in
Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been
If I could hit the reset button on some things I’ve done in life or not
And respect nothing like running up in someones wifey
Even though she said nothing, I still live with a guilty conscience
I wish I could’ve chose better people to building bond with
No jealousy feeling within I kill that silly nonsense
I wish I could replace that ego tripping with some calm sense
If I knew then, what I knew now, my state would never support me
I would’ve packed up and moved out long ago
Erased maybe ninety percent of them niggas in my linear notes
But thank my brother Pumpkinhead before it was his time to go
I wish I could took the fam on European tours
Wish I could «ctrl, alt, delete» my human being flaws
If I could, I would’ve fought harder to be a boss
Instead of that worker mentality labels reinforce
I would’ve done less favors and done more for me of course
But looking back, now I know what’s important to me, boy
Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
Standing there on the outside looking in
Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been