Låttexter: Phat Chance. I Don't Know.

I started working on an album in like 06,
Now youa??re listening to the outcome of that grown kid;
See I made a few mistakes, wasted most my days;
nearly never made it to this closed disc;

I didna??t know if I even had it in me,
I still dona??t know if therea??s anybody listening;
But when I write to a track, I get shivers down my back,
And I feel like giving up would kill me;

Yeah Ia??ve got self doubt, but a sense of pride;
And Ia??ll never sell out, what Ia??m meant to write;
Cause if they buy your soul and you sell your mind;
Then youa??ll always miss out on what you left behind;

If my music does not stand the test of time;
If Ia??m destined to walk I still dreamt Ia??d fly;
If ita??s all false hope and the deck runs dry;
Then Ia??ll play my ace and Ia??ll bet my life;

Cause I dona??t know, I dona??t know,
I dona??t know, if theya??ll like it,
I dona??t know, I dona??t know,
I dona??t know, if Ia??ll find myself;



Or if Ia??ll ever really make it,
Hell does anybody make it,
I dona??t know but Ia??m done with this fake shit,
Hold up my hand and Ia??ll ball it in a raised fist;


Dona??t get it twisted I live for rap;
But I wish I hadna??t lived to see the label collapse;
Lived to watch half the competition get ahead of me,
And see half those friends turn to enemies;

Cause while everybody says Ia??ve got a gift for rhyme;
When I wrote this track I was still unsigned;
So some days I wake up out of my mind,
And Ia??ve thought of giving up like a thousand times;

Ia??m the type who tends to fall into depressed ruts;
And then spend half my life feeling messed up,
So the constant delays and strain of this album,
Not getting made has me feeling like the town drunk,

If I could just get the verses done,
If I could just force the words to come;
If I could just march up to radio Ia??d stare them in the eyes,
and tell them why I live my life;

Cause I dona??t know, I dona??t know,
I dona??t know, if theya??ll like it,
I dona??t know, I dona??t know,
I dona??t know, if Ia??ll find myself;

Or if Ia??ll ever really make it,
Hell does anybody make it,
I dona??t know but Ia??m done with the fake shit,
Hold up my hand and Ia??ll ball it in a raised fist;