Lyrics
Pick myself up
They call me mental
Eyes upon the hills
I know where my help comes from
I got a great lung
Ready to use some
Rising in your skills dosen't come without the workload
I'm going off-road
Stick to my dress code
I know the drill since it got stuck inside my hand so
Better be careful
I don't waste my ammo
When I shoot I kill
There's no way that I will back down
So many artists coming up, but they are falling flat
There is no passion
The lyrics don't make any sense
Follow trend after trend
Let's see how long that lasts
You bring nothing to the table
You are just a guest
Let me guess
You are what's coming next?
Still got nothing to show for it
You don't invest
The time that it takes
To learn from mistakes
You bet on popularity to carry your waves ay!
Shut off the world then I feel so sincere
No need to talk, I rather want to feel
Money is an issue low-key
I can't have a boss above me
Bet my life
Hope I'm not missin
This is all I have
I'm driven
Blunder didn't do well
11 listened through it
My words are not good to sell
I don't know what I'm doing
I agree
I'm just spilling my grief
Maybe I will switch profession after project 3
Who even wants to be an artist nowadays?
Attention span fades
Only highs are getting chased
I don't know how to behave
Play along or disclaim
Marketing is everything, if you want to get paid
I think it's funny how the people tryna steer my vision
They tryna give advice, while they themselves never did it
So many fake faces
Who feel so complacent
I'm getting good at reading people, cause they're leaving traces
I produce alone
I am in control
Labels are a scam, everyone should know
Remember the name
Who's still playing this game
Not afraid of the flames
Yeah, it's XEALAE
Shut off the world then I feel so sincere
No need to talk, I rather want to feel
Money is an issue low-key
I can't have a boss above me
Bet my life
Hope I'm not missin
This is all I have
I'm driven
Written by: Max Steingräber