
Artist: → Jonah Ward
It’s been twenty years
And I’m still out here in
California, tryna find out my way
Looks like I ain’t made no progress
But y’all keep talking
You’ll be singing along someday
Just mark my words
One day everybody will know my name
I know it seems unrealistic
But there’s not much distance
Until I make my claim to fame
I hate this—
False confidence!
Walls of defense(?)
But I do it so I can make myself believe
And hide the fact that no one really cares about me
I hate this—
{Music}
Waiting tables ain’t as fun as they say, no
But I’m just tryna keep my income stable
Rhyming everyday ain’t as enticing as it used to be
Just give me a year and I’ll be dining on some wine and cheese
I don’t wanna get old and regretful of the life I lead
I don’t wanna die and then just fade into obscurity
Normal life just isn’t meant for me
I hate this—
False confidence!
Walls of defense(?)
But I do it so I can make myself believe
And hide the fact that no one really cares about me
I hate this—
{Music}
Drop!
{Music}
I hate this— (yeah) (okay)
{Music}