[Verse 1]
They say that, you gotta sell something you don’t have first
So Imma, pretend i’m decent for the whole damn verse
But not too long ago I thought nothing could ever be worse
Than living life like a stage play that I never rehearsed
Cause they say
Sing for the moment, they tell you, freeze it and own it
We know this, but would you rather be working out or eating a donut?
But if you go for the marshmallow you’re not a grownup
So I’m sitting here bitch made, waiting for shit to show up
But every brain cell that I’m spending sitting overthinking
Could be the same cell that I’ll liquidate with overdrinking
Well I’ve been thinking maybe we got it wrong
To be existing in a predictable beat of a song
So right now
[Chorus]
If you’re alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
East bay put your goddamn hands up
Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up
Yeah, if you’re alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
Taipei put your goddamn hands up
Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive
[Verse 2]
See life’s a mystery, that’s why we study history
But learning from my screwups has never quite been a fit for me
I spent my energy on the major asymmetry
In my left brain, fairly uncommon in the industry
And I crave fame but I’m jaded by the limiting
Framework where famous tends to operate artistically
And so I’d stay up running the same words in my head
Dreading the fact that I won’t catch a break realistically
But if the UCs evaluate holistically
And if the rap game’s saturated statistically
Then maybe that means I don’t have to live so cynically
Cause people flip their shit at a rapper with my ethnicity
You’ll won’t catch me filming concerts on an iphone
Live in every minute like i’m crossing over timezones
Fuck the status quo I’ll make the genre my own
Keep writing lyrics that’ll get your fucking mind blown
[Chorus]
Yeah, if you’re alive, put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
East bay put your goddamn hands up
Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up
Yeah, if you’re alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
Taipei put your goddamn hands up
Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive
[Verse 3]
That’s what I tell myself, but I’m a perfectionist
I wish that being a hedonist was more effortless
I wish success was dependent on only cleverness
But all this other bullshit makes me think that I ain’t meant for this
But never mind, I’m feeling now while I’m thinking big
Take over the world with just a pen between my fingertips
I’ll run the marathon, I don’t have to sprint to it
Cause living’s like I’m doing my taxes, I’m fucking intuit
[Chorus]
Yeah, if you’re alive, put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
East bay put your goddamn hands up
Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up
Yeah, if you’re alive put your hands up
California put your mother fuckin hands up
Taipei put your goddamn hands up
Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive
Alive was written by LEX the Lexicon Artist.
Alive was produced by Tyranus Kong.
LEX the Lexicon Artist released Alive on Sat Mar 04 2017.