Wasted Talent

[Intro: *samples* & Adam Bomb]
“When I know, that you’re gonna want me”
“The freedom riders”
One of those, hahahaha

[Verse: Adam Bomb]
I can’t leave yet, it’s like I seen the world but it hasn’t seen me yet
Dreams on reset
Lately I put out the rare joint for the respect ‘cause radio wouldn’t see the point on a V-neck
Plus I got a dozen hoes to boink when I’m erect
And I don’t get soft much, so me and rap lost touch
Fans all upset like ‘damn, Adam Bomb’s such a big wasted talent’, now I’m like ‘aw shucks’
Back to the lab then
Back to the pads and pens, nobody wanna be friends with a has-been
I used to spend long weekends at the cabin
Now what I spend all depends where I’m landing
Yens in Japan and, pesos in Cabo
Euros coming plural like there ain’t no tomorrow
But I roll with some loonies in a place called Toronto
Fuck around and get laced in the face with a bottle
Like, here have a drink
It’s clear that I think you could solve more problems with a beer than a shrink
So if I ever act weird or appear at the brink I’m on the way to save 10 grand a year at the sink
Like, ugh, yes I’m sicker than most
Sick of a system getting rich off of ignorant folks
They won’t legalize weed ‘cause addiction provokes
Death and crime yet it’s fine to sell liquor and smokes, this shit is jokes
Unless you into serving they need
I suggest you second-guess every word that you read
They ain’t concerned if you bleed, they ain’t concerned if you breathe
They whole concern tryna feed they own personal greed and they succeed
What you see ain’t what you get
Government ain’t no different than a label exec
That’s why I stay independent and get paid independent
‘Cause if I’m broke, ain’t nobody walking ‘way with a check
So yo, but for the fanbase I bring triple
And jaws drop and hands raise like King Hippo
Better say something now ‘fore my name spread around more
Hate’ll come later, love is straight from the ground floor
Funny when it’s sunny, just wait for the clouds your
Fairweather friends won’t stay for the downpour
They don’t care about court dates outta town or
If you get hounded by the jakes like an outlaw
They just see the fortune and fame and the crowds roar
They just see the whores giving brains till they mouths sore
They just see green and want change like Al Gore
They’ll be out the door the first day someone shout ‘war’
Soon as the kid fucked like child porn you won’t see ya’ dog pick you up like Falkor
We could be pals sure, but trust is something stupid
That’s why I trust music ‘cause nothing else sounds pure