8-18-14 (The Summer Breakdown)

[Verse 1]
You want me on the same shit I spilled Koolaid on
Tell me what debts I had billed you payed on
With that safe 9-to-5 job you stayed on
Paid off that laptop you hide behind to hate online
And just sit there and wait on reactions to comments
To rain on my parade that I made on mine
Feeling validated?
Judging my self worth ‘cause yours ain’t calibrated?
Then bitch, go ‘head debate on
No wonder I’m relating more to those I used to hate on
When I began to doubt transitioning to standing out
So Far Gone from fake shit to Take Care of your needs
Your point of view got no dough for the proceeds
But donated hatred, free from passion
For those who take actions
You don’t take to make shit happen

[Verse 2]
I’m at Guitar Center
Shaking the hands of fan
Being introduced to his friend
Like I’m the man with a plan
Yet, he don’t understand why I’m looking so defeated
Trying to sell my Rhodes for cash ‘cause I need it
For moving out of state, can’t believe it
He said, “I hate to dig but I thought you made it big”
“Why leave it?”
I told him ain’t no money in the bank for being known
He said, “I understand. I’ma leave you alone”
And walked off, stopped a moment
Then came back a little choked up
Like I was when Tip and Phife broke up
He said, “You know what? It just hurts so much”
“To see an inspiration leave town beat down”
So many lives you affected
Just know that you’re loved and respected

[Verse 3]
You don’t know the half
Why I’m always trying to get a laugh
I probably need it more than you do
‘Cause all I do is doubt shit, I need an outlet
I can’t just listen to the music like I used to
‘Cause being a producer means you choose to
Sacrifice the bliss of not knowing what a song’s got going
Think about it