Leeroy Jenkins - Awaiting My Epiphany
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:38 am
Every night it's the same thing...same convo
"Man there's gotta be more to this life than my eyes show"
I'm so...god - damn - tired
Look up; 5 so hours done passed by you
You can't think of the next rhyme, the next line
The next time you breathe on a mic, you in express lines
Uhh....Ma'am....can the supersize
Why don't you try a diet? Could probably use 5
I can't lie...a lot of these apply to me
I try to eat good food, but honestly?
The bad food is so damn easy to steal
Think I'ma pay you? Be damned if I will
Yeah....I been here workin finity 'til
Give me one good reason I should live with this deal
It's like...wake up, shave up, hit the place up
Listen you old bitch, I don't care if I fuck your cake up
You want paper? Here, take plastic
Same fucking shit, it's just a fucking bag bitch
Huh? Swear to god you're retarded
Only pay me 4 figures and you wonder why I start shit?
Got me in the rain and heat pushing carts, bitch
Standing all day while you're sitting in your office
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
I've been at it before,
Keep telling me I'll be a different man when I step out of that door
But I'ma...lost cause, I picture me being stronger
Know I could pull this chick if I heard her when she was talkin
"Are you coming with us to".....Tijuana?
The fuck did she just say? Prima donna? Via Sauna?
I'm trynna put it together, lucky to know rap cause
Multis help, but yo where the fuck is the closed caption?
I ain't shy, I done faced and did it all...
But how the fuck I'm gonna have a conversation with a wall?
Hi, I'm a rapper...slash...backpacker, bad bagger, fact is that
I'm that shit..
Yeah...I'm beautiful bitch
Compose and write poetry, swag is that sick
Listen, here's my phone...gimme your digits
I'll call you up later and then we'll discuss business
Yeah...that'll work in my D-R-E-A-M-S
Shit I'm obsessed
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Feeling so bad never felt so good
None that tried to break me down, could
God done created a stone he can't break
Lifted his own weight, fuck it I feel great
Either I'm broken ground or the pills got me trippin
Shit, I'm going to hell in every religion...
It ain't over, nope...it ain't over
Wait, I'll be worth a couple million when I'm older
No idea how I'ma do it...nope
That's why I'm writing this song now, I'm clueless
Awaiting my epiphany, takin my time..hit me
I swear, I'ma see a different man in the mirror
Tomorrow...
Been wearing the same clothes for years
Saving money up, one day I'ma hit it big...yup
I'ma buy out the whole store, man I been so broke...
Fam you don't know....
I'ma run up in the stores like "yo, close the door
No joke, I'm about to go broke....again"
What? You ain't know? I'm in it to win...
Can't settle with a job in a grocery store...nope...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Subliminal truth is so pivotal
If only saying what I thought wasn't so difficult
My critical thought process is all cynical
can't explain, it's complex
I'm vexed, can't figure me out....don't go
Asking me "How are you?" well shit, I don't know....
Is that a trick question? I'm bout to start guessin..
Can I get a life line or at least a few seconds?
I'ma pass it...Tell me you'd be happy
If I just said "Good" like every other fag did
See, I'm too logical...my react:
If you don't really wanna know, then why the fuck would you ask it?
My stature stands as is
actin like I would conform to you...as if
Patience, man I'm countin the days until I make it
Wait til my face is in the papers...
Front page, telling yall about the day that made me...this is my epiphany
Front page, telling yall about the day that made me...this is my epiphany
So tonight I'ma promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day
So tonight I'ma promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day
"Man there's gotta be more to this life than my eyes show"
I'm so...god - damn - tired
Look up; 5 so hours done passed by you
You can't think of the next rhyme, the next line
The next time you breathe on a mic, you in express lines
Uhh....Ma'am....can the supersize
Why don't you try a diet? Could probably use 5
I can't lie...a lot of these apply to me
I try to eat good food, but honestly?
The bad food is so damn easy to steal
Think I'ma pay you? Be damned if I will
Yeah....I been here workin finity 'til
Give me one good reason I should live with this deal
It's like...wake up, shave up, hit the place up
Listen you old bitch, I don't care if I fuck your cake up
You want paper? Here, take plastic
Same fucking shit, it's just a fucking bag bitch
Huh? Swear to god you're retarded
Only pay me 4 figures and you wonder why I start shit?
Got me in the rain and heat pushing carts, bitch
Standing all day while you're sitting in your office
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
I've been at it before,
Keep telling me I'll be a different man when I step out of that door
But I'ma...lost cause, I picture me being stronger
Know I could pull this chick if I heard her when she was talkin
"Are you coming with us to".....Tijuana?
The fuck did she just say? Prima donna? Via Sauna?
I'm trynna put it together, lucky to know rap cause
Multis help, but yo where the fuck is the closed caption?
I ain't shy, I done faced and did it all...
But how the fuck I'm gonna have a conversation with a wall?
Hi, I'm a rapper...slash...backpacker, bad bagger, fact is that
I'm that shit..
Yeah...I'm beautiful bitch
Compose and write poetry, swag is that sick
Listen, here's my phone...gimme your digits
I'll call you up later and then we'll discuss business
Yeah...that'll work in my D-R-E-A-M-S
Shit I'm obsessed
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Feeling so bad never felt so good
None that tried to break me down, could
God done created a stone he can't break
Lifted his own weight, fuck it I feel great
Either I'm broken ground or the pills got me trippin
Shit, I'm going to hell in every religion...
It ain't over, nope...it ain't over
Wait, I'll be worth a couple million when I'm older
No idea how I'ma do it...nope
That's why I'm writing this song now, I'm clueless
Awaiting my epiphany, takin my time..hit me
I swear, I'ma see a different man in the mirror
Tomorrow...
Been wearing the same clothes for years
Saving money up, one day I'ma hit it big...yup
I'ma buy out the whole store, man I been so broke...
Fam you don't know....
I'ma run up in the stores like "yo, close the door
No joke, I'm about to go broke....again"
What? You ain't know? I'm in it to win...
Can't settle with a job in a grocery store...nope...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Every night I try to promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day...
Subliminal truth is so pivotal
If only saying what I thought wasn't so difficult
My critical thought process is all cynical
can't explain, it's complex
I'm vexed, can't figure me out....don't go
Asking me "How are you?" well shit, I don't know....
Is that a trick question? I'm bout to start guessin..
Can I get a life line or at least a few seconds?
I'ma pass it...Tell me you'd be happy
If I just said "Good" like every other fag did
See, I'm too logical...my react:
If you don't really wanna know, then why the fuck would you ask it?
My stature stands as is
actin like I would conform to you...as if
Patience, man I'm countin the days until I make it
Wait til my face is in the papers...
Front page, telling yall about the day that made me...this is my epiphany
Front page, telling yall about the day that made me...this is my epiphany
So tonight I'ma promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day
So tonight I'ma promise myself, tomorrow'll be a better day