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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,351
Peak in subgenre #1,835
Author
Mink-C/Origin
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
October 31, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Get up
Get dressed
Feel the usual headache, feel the stress
But I gotta write
Thats all I live for
Wish i did it for a living
Man what I would give for
A label deal
Distribution
No more headaches, finding the solution
No confusion
Brain stewing
Wanna pay the bills enjoying what I'm doin
Suit and ties
9 to 5's
Bossman has got me scheming, perpetuating lies
Customer service
I put my back out
Make money for the man when I just wanna put my track out
Get there?
Probably not
Nose to the grindstone, can't seem to stop the rot
I Close my eyes
Visualise
Landscapes, Green Grass and Bright blue skies
Wake up again
NOthings changed
Pressure playing pretty heavy on my brain
Drive to work
Traffic heavy
My rhymes are on the stereo, my EP is ready
No-one hears it
No-one cares
Get to my desk with people unaware
About my aspirations
In my mental prison
just see me as another faceless worker in the system
Fuck it
I gotta get out
I gotta find a perfect way to get my set out
Staring at my screen
I start to zone off
Reach across the desk, unhook that phone to switch that shit off
Sip a coffee
Chest tight
See an image, maybe a trick of the light
Falling deeper
in my screen
See orchards, hillsides and valleys and streams
Wake up again
I'm calling in
Can't take another day of making moves and running errands
In my car
I keep driving
I wanna taste the fresh air, i'm sick of just surviving
My destination
Who knows
The pressure in my head was telling me I had to go
Head home
before night
Need to spend some hours relaxing, trying to feel right
Head cleared
Fresh start
Fuck my songs, fuck my work, fuck the charts
At home
I sit with a smile
You need to take a break from pressure once in a while
Work on a verse
Work my flow
Back at work the next day and i bet nobody knows
They could be free
If they closed their eyes
And pictured solitude, green grass and clear blue skies
