SAINT - Everything But Me lyrics

rate me

I can't act that way

Can't believe the things you say

What exactly do you want me to be?

Everything but me

No strings attached, be out to move my lanes

No place to stick your arm to manuever my chain

These are the shoes that I'm in and I ain't makin 'em fit

You want me in them size twos forever fakin my shit

You want it cookie cutter, less risk of takin a hit

You want a kid on his last leg just waitin to spit

You want a thug who want a deal and don't wanna be poor

You wanna hear the same notions that I wanna ignore

Sure I wanna be the one that others want to go cop

Who wouldn't want to but for that I wouldn't want to go pop

But I don't wanna be, a wannabe

I want to be the producer/MC that best represents me

You wouldn't want a person make you do the stuff he don't wanna

Wanna make me want to live by some rules I won't honor

Wanna be startin somethin like Michael, you don't want it

That old do-what-I-wanna-do type shit, I'm on it

People always try to push you into somethin that represents frontin

Cause the truth is not what they're really wantin

They wanna change or rearrange for spite

All because they're in position to say what's right

Whatever happened to confidence and self-expression

Of people who are talented and shouldn't be questioned?

Alter your game for a mass appeal

With a conservative feel cause it's hard to come real

Lockin you down like their slowly shield

'Til the person that they want to come out, is revealed

Some are better left behind the scenes screening

Cause being who they are, really has no meaning

Or merit to move, into the bright lone spotlights

But only those holdin power seem to have rights

Maintain your identity and passion

And don't change quick like the seasons of fashion

It's a lot easier said than done

But there's a cost if you really wanna be number one

If you really wanna be number one

There's a cost if you really wanna be number one...

Yeah, trendsetter with a better movement

Movement to be timeless, lines showin improvement

On path with my own craft

Lone gunman that brag from now way in the past

Yeah, hard left since I started this mess

Heartbelt like car theft rock on regardless

Been a task since the flow is off beat

Told to slow down and don't put words squeezed in neat

Be yourself, show what your life's worth

MAN UP, because it's you before any colors first

Preservation over instrumentation

Rhyme over beats since beat gave creation

In the mirror I face who's responsible

And jot down heat in each and every chronicle

Unstoppable, nothing's impossible

Goals are probable, voted top model, yeah