they say to get up, get out, and get something
If you broke, they gon' treat you like you nothin'
I check my credit card bill, it hit the max again
I'm at the union for musicians and they taxin' him
Matter fact, they won't even let me in the door
How to toast to the town livin' like he poor
Nowadays, really hard to make a honest livin'
And I ain't even got a plan, all I got is rhythm
While the rose petals still fall
I'm waitin' for the call
For a lighter thing
it's time to write a thing
I'm sittin' in my room
tryin' to light the gloom
I gotta write a thing
Hate to sound as though I'm complainin' about my life I'm on the TV, but there's poison in the bright lights
I got a tambourine, but I'm not a tap dancer
I didn't fit in Wakanda, I'm not a Black Panther
I'm backstage with my eyes on the free snacks
I brought some Ziplocs, cause I'ma need that
I can't help but feel like I'm under a puppeteer
I go outside and I see a sign, the end is near
While the rose petals seem to fall
I'm waitin' for the call
For a lighter thing
I gotta write a thing
I'm sittin' in my room
tryin' to light the gloom
I'm tryin' to write a thing
A fan told me that I got her through her darkest times
But I'm on the internet, soundin' like the March of Dimes
Hit my Venmo, help me with my Kickstarter
I'm tryin' to get some fresh gear, maybe we could barter
Beans and rice on the crock pot, yet again
My girl a ten and she wishin' I would let her spin
All these suckas flexin' dollars in they bank account
Crackin' jokes and I know they tryin' to dig her out
Get up, get out and get somethin'
But why if everybody bluffin'?
Every night sendin' links that she got from Zillow
All I got is sweaty sheets and a dirty pillow
Stocks droppin', I was hopin' I could bite a dip
Twenty dollars for a drink, let me buy a sip
No plan B, just a one-way ticket
Hopin' I get my advance before I get evicted
Still the rose petals seem to fall
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