HiddenRoad & N95 - Headaches
from The Collection Vol.2 by HRS Presents
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lyrics
Verse 1
Fuck fate, I make my own way through the headaches
Don't sedate, embrace the daylight, cut the red tape
Past, present, future, friends fake, fuckin' dead weight
Words equivalent to blood, paddle through this red lake
Twenty-Seven years, still got nothing to give
I want what I want, don't give fuck, let me live
Don't give a fuck 'bout the biz
Just a hobby, but least I don't suck when I spit
True grit, motto always better them than me
Got a lot of missiles, ready, aim 'em at the enemy
Age don't enter the equation, I've always been a teen
Middle finger to authority until they sentence me
Until they silence me, speak loud when the beat drop
Say the wrong thing, six feet, gone to see Pac
Censorship and free speech don't mesh, see the sea-saw
Hand out free money, fund another recall
They fund another recall
You starve, they fund another recall
Verse 2
Conscious free, no conscience, scream at the nonsense
Craziness onset, drink bring jaundice
Speak till I'm nauseous, vomit these words
Music's no contest, but you got to be heard
And so I'm destined to fail
Cause I don't do it for the listener, I do it for myself
Therapy, no Theraflu, serenade the fear in you
Scream at the mirror till that mother fucker's hearing you
Can you hear me now?
Fuck a commercial
Art is independent, never fuck with commercial
Stuck in this universe, but not universal
No purpose, the words put me back in this circle
A pictures worth a thousand words, what if no one sees it
God is everywhere until the day no one believes it
A puzzle's not complete until you pick up all the pieces
A record's not concrete if the record player siezes
The point, what's the point of this shit
Self expression's no point once you break off the tip
Fuck fate, I make my own way through the headaches
Don't sedate, embrace the daylight, cut the red tape
Past, present, future, friends fake, fuckin' dead weight
Words equivalent to blood, paddle through this red lake
Twenty-Seven years, still got nothing to give
I want what I want, don't give fuck, let me live
Don't give a fuck 'bout the biz
Just a hobby, but least I don't suck when I spit
True grit, motto always better them than me
Got a lot of missiles, ready, aim 'em at the enemy
Age don't enter the equation, I've always been a teen
Middle finger to authority until they sentence me
Until they silence me, speak loud when the beat drop
Say the wrong thing, six feet, gone to see Pac
Censorship and free speech don't mesh, see the sea-saw
Hand out free money, fund another recall
They fund another recall
You starve, they fund another recall
Verse 2
Conscious free, no conscience, scream at the nonsense
Craziness onset, drink bring jaundice
Speak till I'm nauseous, vomit these words
Music's no contest, but you got to be heard
And so I'm destined to fail
Cause I don't do it for the listener, I do it for myself
Therapy, no Theraflu, serenade the fear in you
Scream at the mirror till that mother fucker's hearing you
Can you hear me now?
Fuck a commercial
Art is independent, never fuck with commercial
Stuck in this universe, but not universal
No purpose, the words put me back in this circle
A pictures worth a thousand words, what if no one sees it
God is everywhere until the day no one believes it
A puzzle's not complete until you pick up all the pieces
A record's not concrete if the record player siezes
The point, what's the point of this shit
Self expression's no point once you break off the tip
credits
from The Collection Vol.2,
released August 27, 2021
Track taken from No Love, released February 14, 2018
Written & Performed by HiddenRoad
Produced by N95
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2018
Track taken from No Love, released February 14, 2018
Written & Performed by HiddenRoad
Produced by N95
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2018
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