Life of an Artist

[Intro: Murdock and Jack Blerry]
Sooo... What do you think life's going to be like after we graduate?
Honestly, I have no idea bro. Like I'm nervous as shit but... that's why it's kind of exciting
Truth. We got this though, yo! You're one of the most talented people I know
Thanks bro, and same goes for you
Thanks. We'll be fine out there, we're bound for success!
Yeah... I hope so

[Verse 1: Murdock]
Life of a starving artist, straight out of college
Young novice, dropped his 9 to 5 to spit raw shit
The dotted lines I signed said "Hereby I forfeit a normal life"
Dotted the I's, T's I crossed it
4 school years, I stressed myself the fuck out
Couldn't find me without green stuff on me, No Doubt
Can't recall how many times, my major ready to drop it
In Blanton Hall eating stale Sodexo Sausage
I was warned, 2 degrees that don't pay shit
But not following my dreams is a life wasted
"A major in Theatre and then a minor in Anthropology?
When you realize your mistake boy, don't even bother me."
As much as complain, I believe it whole-heartedly
This the only thing for me, it's written in the astrology
Keep forward with motion, silence my mind the commotion
Graduated, what now? Thrown in with the sharks in the ocean, adulthood!

[Hook x2]
Now my pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
My pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
My pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
My pockets looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed!

[Verse 2: Murdock]
Went from top of the class, to thrown straight on my ass
Life switching up like tectonic plates, didn't expect quakes so fast
Thought school was tough but that stage don't equate cause last years struggle was bursting artistic bubbles, to not produce trash
Can't get notice through rubble, snakes lurking trying to start trouble
Trying to stay humble, can't speak, anxiety got my larynx crumbled
I walk into an audition, headshot resume submission
Give it my all after 30 seconds I hear "Okay listen
You're just not our type, you'll hear from us soon"
"Want me to erase my features? Draw new ones like cartoons? Now listen sir, I cannot change my appearance
But put me in front of the camera, I swear I am fearless
I don't give a fuck about Verizon or selling some Cheetos
But I'm Oscar worthy if you give me that G and royalties, yo"
Dismissed yet again, hope I don't get dropped by agent
These chances don't come, guess I just gotta make em' but my

[Hook x2]
Pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
My pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
My pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
My pockets looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed!

[Verse 3: Jack Blerry]
Straight A's and no plan B
You can't C me, you can't D-lete me
Eager to F and seize the moment, I got omens, that why I put my soul in
Fresh outta school and they already tryin' to stole it
You can't, I'm in a different degree, pioneering this pedigree
World thinks I'm Pius so they can't believe
That's ridiculous, broker than ever but rich in
Exposin' my art, no walk in the park, cause that's what I be bingin' in
My thumb green, provokin' though planter
Money the same color, it's ironic it's my cancer
Sheesh! Inhale hashish and keish to slow down
Or to get off ground, this leash got each of my dreams in pieces
The puzzle is not found, be damned if money's what keeps me bound cause my

[Hook x2]
Pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
Pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
Pockets looking kind of tight
That's right, that's right
Pockets looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed!