Blue Scholars - Ordinary Guys lyrics

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I'm just an ordinary guy, extraordinary time spent

Ordering my life working over-time nights

Holdin wires and mics under these lights, but besides that

Always find time to get love and give it right back

I'm just an ordinary guy, a baby from the eighties

Got a little bit of A.D.D, perhaps maybe

We've been made to be sedated and such

Then we work while they break then they say that we play too much

I ain't known to make it out to every single event

Sometimes I live in my bed, with just a pad and a pen

And a broken ipod I bought stolen from the block

Got holes in the soles of a third of my socks

Neck deep in contradiction in the gut of the beast

If you in debt, then everything you own is on lease

Cause, money don't translate to talent

Money, and talent don't mean you're guarenteed anything, honey

It's funny, when conditions cause anything to happen

Finally got a comma in my check account balance

The 27 year challenge of the curse

Made me even outlive Janice, Janet, Jimmy and Curt

I'm just an ordinary guy, ignoring all the hype

I let it all pass me by

I got one life, one mic

But I'll try, to always stay humble

With the fist in the sky and a bowl of brown rice

Just an ordinary guy, extraordinary time spent

Ordering my life working over-time nights

Holdin wires and mics under these lights, but besides that

Always find time to get love and give it right back

I'm just an ordinary guy, with music as a job

If I could do it, the least you could do is give it a try

There's no use, just sitting asking why these ballers rock

Chains like a fallen chain just to stay fly

Man I'm cool, with just a pair of reeboks and vans

Some artists think they too hard to talk to their fans

I might, battle just to keep this art sharp

And maybe take a ride through the jewish part of Seward Park

Where the view of Lake Washington is not too far

But far enough, it might be a minute till the comeup

And people keep asking how I dropped all this weight

More work and less food on the plate, Man

Just a simple plan with a little bit of self discipline

To, keep writing, keep spitting, keep em listening

To keep on doing what I do to get a salary

My number one mission is to make my son proud of me

I'm just an ordinary guy

Sometimes I ponder if the consequence of all of this trying to be an artist is

Harder then it needs to be, wipe the sleep in my

Eye and sip the "? " cause the grind never sleeps

I know time moves slow, we on the road again

I hate leaving but I love coming home again

It's like we only see the citys at night but

Phonecalls and voicemails from home make me feel alright

Thanks to Hank for correcting these lyrics