Classified - Loonie lyrics

rate me

Yeah, as I drop my coin into the slot machine

My eyes double in size, you can't stop a fiend

And it doesn't make a difference if I got the means

All I need to succeed is jackpot in threes

I'm feelin uneasy, lost and unrational

Bettin on my life, tryin to double up my capital (ha)

I'll make it back, I don't worry what the cost

Tomorrow I'll be here and I'll win back what I lost

Win some, lose some, consumed every day (day)

I started with my crew, now I sit alone and play (play)

I'm crazy, I'm lonely, I feel I barely know me

I'm through with it, one more loonie, am I losin it?

A new record penned, another one spins

One mixed in as the other one ends

I wonderin if the one I just pressed

Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips

Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve

Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers

Ears glued to the show and wait

For my song's debut and my SOCAN change

And when the song don't play, smile gets lost

Fingers ball up, walls get right crossed

Ouch, I can't absorb the hate

I go "Psycho", killer, Norman Bates

I gets loc'd and loonie

I, I get loonie

You ever read 40 classics, for your classes, for your Master's

And while on tour rappin, crashin on a little mattress?

It's madness but fact is I, I need to pass

'Cause the masses still don't got a clue who Shad is

No cash to afford a DJ, I'm scratch less

Just in class or ironically with that Class kid

Out of class and back in school fast

Catchin up on what's happened, after mad distractions

Imagine S-K all night rappin

And writin an essay, then next day, on the flight, no relaxin

And I barely get paid

All I gets late penalties, couple C's and a headache

RFI chips and kids got Intel inside me

Don't bother to write things down

Tip of my full QWERTY keypad, 'Shift', 'Tab', backslash, deleted

My album hit the world wide web half completed

A few weeks prior to when I chose to release it

I hear it blarin out your Bluetooth stereo speakers

The boy genius reports all necessary features

So I know them Blackberrys got 3G speeds kid

And here's my thesis, we started with beepers

Now I got more gadgets than a Japanese kid

Plus I frequent, sites indecent

If I lose my iPhone, there go all my secrets

I'm loonie

For me it's the tedium, mass media, the heavy glare

Graffiti and it's the broken glass everywhere

Stress complex, the pressure in ex-projects

Bad news and taboos, women as sex objects

Nipple slips, the price of gas, twice as fast, triple flips

Makin crack, my achin back and crippled hips

The bag of green, the never endin gag machine

Booze and drugs, reviews and plugs, in People magazine

Money for nothin, a payment to fight

The rise of advertising, Entertainment Tonight

Span of limbs, Tanya Kim's, throws of passion

Runnin yokes and funny jokes and shows of fashion