Be a King

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey, everybody
My name is E-Dubble, their name is PJ Harvey
Let's go
My momma told me
Yeah, Black Paisley
My momma told me
Uh huh, yeah, come on

[Chorus]
My momma told me
One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king
And my poppa told me
It's okay to sing when shit hurts
Don't forget your dreams
'Cause they'll get you through this
So-called life, they call living but I call it strange
And I bet I'll do it
'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain

[Verse 1]
Yeah, ayy
Mr. sunshine, Mr. rainstorm
Meet me in the conference room we need to brainstorm
Need some middle ground, need an even keel
But you're at war picking sides give me fever chills
I'll take em' both like my flu shot broke
I need the give and take to keep me out of that moat
My head above water thoughts to those lost this week
All these tragedies stay on repeat
Like we can't shake shit, I can't speak on it
Fist to the sky but I can't beat on it
Drink in my cup so I'm gon' sip on it
Cam Newton's prolly pissed, he can't stiff arm him
All these levels of these relative problems
And benevolence is elegance for those who can solve them
I'm feelin' pretty low like I'm stuck at the bottom
But I know I'll rebound like the Bulls with Rodman
I am, just exactly what I will be
Just a guy who can rhyme 'n' chop ill beats
One day I'll recover from what ails me
'Til then I'm on that fuck-- what the sales be

[Chorus]
My momma told me
One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king
And my poppa told me
It's okay to sing when shit hurts
Don't forget your dreams
'Cause they'll get you through this
So-called life, they call living but I call it strange
And I bet I'll do it
'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain

[Verse 2]
They talk about death, we're tryna live life
While they're signal says left but they really goin' right
But who cares they got nothing to improve upon
Meanwhile we past them, fast lane, Rubicon
So let the shitstorm rang in
They try to dap us up, but we just leave 'em hanging'
Yeah- so let em' catch up with the language
They can talk shit but you know that we can manage
Uh, they say they tired of the metaphors
They are only pissed that they never really ready for 'em
Uh, so go ahead and get ready for em'
Pop another bottle cuz' you gonna' need a steady arm
Uh, it's like we're living in the Tron Game
Lines are all blurred 'cause we're sippin on the Bombay
Uh, John Stock versus LeBron James
No competition when you factor in the time change
Babe Ruth sucks, fuck what the books say
I could strike him out with three pitches in an arm sling
Yeah, and we can do anything
Momma said it's true and I put that on everything

[Chorus]
My momma told me
One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king
And my poppa told me
It's okay to sing when shit hurts
Don't forget your dreams
'Cause they'll get you through this
So-called life, they call living but I call it strange
And I bet I'll do it
'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain

[Bridge]
We don't ask for the doors to close in this life
So we hoping... they keep em' open
And if they shut those doors we'll smash the skylight
'Til it's broken... and smell the roses
Need to take that time to find our own road
So we focused... on what's golden
And our gold don't shine it's not from no mine
So we're not just living for a token

[Chorus]
My momma told me
One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king
And my poppa told me
It's okay to sing when shit hurts
Don't forget your dreams
'Cause they'll get you through this
So-called life, they call living but I call it strange
And I bet I'll do it
'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain
My momma told me
One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king
And my poppa told me
It's okay to sing when shit hurts
Don't forget your dreams
'Cause they'll get you through this
So-called life, they call living but I call it strange
And I bet I'll do it
'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain

[Outro]
Yeah, Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody
Happy March Madness, hope your bracket's doin' well
Happy birthday to my pops
It was yesterday, but still counts
Um... Black Paisley Records, my name is E-Dubble
I hope everyone's doin' well
If you haven't copped a mixtape, writtenthursday.com
Facebook.com/EdubHipHop
Twitter.com/EdubHipHop
And um, it's 3:32 PM on Thursday, March 17th and I haven't even had a drink yet today
This is, this is stupid...
Um, let's see here, West Virginia University advances in the NCAA bracket past Clemson 84-76, okay, congratulations
41 minutes ago
Let's see, is there anything a little more recent...
Is there anything...
This is the proof of life, this is when I hold up the newspaper
You know, I was supposed to be doing paperwork all day today
Barker's gonna be pissed... but, instead, I made a song
Oh, and shout out to PJ Harvey for the sample
I hear she recorded that album in like a church or something
So anyway, see you guys later
We'll see you, take care