Someone That I'm Not

Someone That I’m Not

I’m broke but I’m free

And this paycheck pays my rent and studio sessions and Chef Boyardee

Cause ever struggling artist knows what it’s like to eat ramen

I’m broken but I’m free

And common sense is uncommon from the artist you’re hoping to be

Spend every dime on a crazy dream

You think your talent is falling from the tree

Chasing the leaves, and once I catch ‘em

Put ‘em in in a pile, light ‘em on fire

Stand back and smile

You see, my leaves have fallen so many times

I spring back with so many crimes

That lead to my so many rhymes

And no applause from an audience of mimes

Who put their hands on the glass cause they feel my lines

And that is not the way I feel

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, it’s just a waste of time)

What is right ain’t always real

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, I don’t pretend my rhymes)

And it would be a waste of time

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, it’s just a waste of time)

Pretending I am someone that I’m not

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, pretend I’m someone that I’m not)

You got jokes, you got personality

But this reality is all a hoax

I keep my sanity with Jack and Coke

I need drugs to cope with humanity

I propose a toast to my plea of insanity

I like hangin in the kitchen with the barback boys

Employees only

Fall back, boy

Not allowed to smoke out back with my alley cats

Salute to Captain Jack

Here’s your tab, I need your autograph

The city never sleeps but I think you need a nap

Dance on the floor in the spiffy shoes you tap

We’re about to show you where the real party’s at

It’s behind the bar

Where the real story lives is behind the scars

A lot of talking and sinking ships

Shaking hands and it comes to grips

And that is not the way I feel

What is right ain’t always real

And it would be a waste of time

Pretending I am someone that I’m not

We close the door and we count our tips

We tell the DJ to pump that shit

The chef is drunk, heating up leftovers

Sweep up the floors the mops are wept over

Dance in the place many people have stepped over and wept over

Wet rag over the shoulder

Waltz with the broom as we spin in the ballroom

An apron’s a gown under the glow of the moon

Shine through the blinds, the sun starts to bloom

A second of time is a second too soon

Don Julio got me feelin legless

I hate goodbyes, Irish exit

Hail a cab and pick a 40 up

I hit the crib and call my shorty up

I hate drinking from a lonely cup

Do a shot

What’s up

I don’t need this, I don’t need that, it’s just a waste of time

I don’t need this, I don’t need that, I don’t pretend my rhymes

I don’t need this, I don’t need that, it’s just a waste of time

I don’t need this, I don’t need that, pretending someone that I’m not

And that is not the way I feel

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, it’s just a waste of time)

What is right ain’t always real

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, I don’t pretend my rhymes)

And it would be a waste of time

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, it’s just a waste of time)

Pretending I am someone that I’m not

(I don’t need this, I don’t need that, pretend I’m someone that I’m not)