Remember Me [c. 2011]

[Verse: College Smart]
I, kick flows, hit the road
Off to another quick show tonight
Praying that my fans pull through once more
‘Cause I’m trying to move on from this open mic
Sold tickets to a couple no shows
They don’t understand, that don’t help my plight
Feeling so high ‘til the lights turn off
‘Cause some people still trying to shoot down my flight
I, felt better when I made no cheddar
And went ham on these haters when they talked that shit
And now I’m stuck sucking up to the
Owners of the clubs ‘cause I’m trying to get on they gigs
Oh shit, I thinking I’m losing my mind
I ain’t slept in a week long skid
Out of place in the city
Like Mase was with Diddy
Lights Shyne like Biggie, I feel Born Again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These lights Shyne like Biggie I feel born again
I be Dead Wrong if I pass on this life
My time in this town feels close to the end
Too many bills and I’m taking these pills
To feel sane, these games getting harder to win
Trying to stay real, I don’t know what real is
And the rules to this shit getting harder to bend

[Hook: College Smart]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, will you ‘member me? ‘member me?
Young bright kid with the energy, energy
For the fame of the game gave up everything, everything
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Will my songs live on for eternity
When I’m on will my haters try to murder me?
Or will I die before anybody heard of me?

[Verse: College Smart]
Oh dear, no fair
You been running round in my mind all year
Trying to keep cool while you try to cohear
To the life that I lead, I’ma dry those tears
I’m spend that cash, the little that I have
‘Til I overdraft, fuck a bank teller
I don’t think she hear a damn thing that I tell her
About the show for the show for the show at Coachella
She don’t know, I was born to be a winner
Fuck November, I’ll be gone for the winter
If I have to be a globetrotter, I’ll be tricking
Even if I have to starve, I’ll be bringing home the dinner
My music make the fans go crazy
But I ain't doing shit if I ain't got no plays
With these part time classes and full time job
I only have time for some part time bars
And that don’t leave time for a full time girlfriend
She tell me that's the reason why we falling apart
So if I take away the job, that’s 50 hours gone
And the house and the car get defaulted tomorrow
And if I take away the school than I'm just another Bueller
Fearing that I'm losing my father’s support
So the mic gets dusty and the rhymes get rusty
And then my girl acquiesces to us pressing abort