Witty - Look Alive lyrics
rate me(Hook)
Stop the press, everything a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And i-ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
You're working everyday?
Are you working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Verse)
Sometimes I, don't want to wake up
Because dreams is what we're made of
And we live in a world, where fake girls take fake drugs, make fake love
Damn, where's the real at? Can't tell me you can't feel that
These layers that I peel back, now tell me is this real rap?
Fuck that, this is heart break. How much can take this heart take?
You love something just so much that, when it's gone you feel your heart ache
No wait, I mean literally, fuckin' feel your heart ache
Glass full of vodka, just to drown away a hard day
Damn, so we fell out of love
You see, you wanted him, and me, I wanted us
We would fight, and we would argue, when the fighting got tough
Then when I make a line like that, they'd try to guess who was
But, what if I told you these lines didn't mean shit?
Would you get the same feel, from when you thought that it did?
Like when a girl comes and tells you, that she wants to have kids
And then you fuckin' realize she never gave two shits
(Hook)
Stop the press, everything a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And i-ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
You're working everyday?
Are you working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Verse)
Sometimes I try to act tough, the pain I feel is too much
And we live in a world, where girls just need to hide behind their makeup
I ain't made of mils, these college bills are costin' more than I make, huh?
So I lay in bed and ponder, when the fuck these things will change up
What am I supposed to do, get two jobs to make it work?
Well what's minimum wage, is eight-fifty all I'm worth?
Damn, well I guess that is status-quo
So all the rich are getting' richer, while the poor man stays poor
And shit, I ain't looking for material things
I want the love and the music, and the fans that it brings
So what the fuck you looking for, do you want the same thing
Or is your mind set on nice cars, and nice gold rings?
I try to bring things to light, that have been locked in my mind
I put my heart out on a platter, you can take what you find
It's fine, you can take this song as me just bitchin'
Or you can take this as a lesson, let your ears really listen, and listen
(Hook)
Stop the press, everything a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And i-ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
You're working everyday?
Are you working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
