Chill Bump Lost in the Sound song lyrics

…Kid we been around for ages

We've been through different styles and phases

Fiddled round with riddles, sounds and phrases

Been ripping out some pages

Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages

To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages

The way we live is now courageous‘Cause who really does it?

Makes music, stays futureless, fuck it?

We've got no food in the stomach

But couldn't care about the fools at the summit

We do this for our myspace friends

The folks that hope that we might change trends

We Young, annoyed, hungry, unemployed

We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed

The mic's a one inch void away from my lip

So, drop the beat so I can bust my shit…I'm a spit it out, bottom to the top

Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not

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Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog

What a fella gotta do to get a tight job?

Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob?

And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob?

Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard

But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog

I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob

I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards

Where the mic y'all?

cause my pen is solid

I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet!

I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it

But I don't anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it

Gulping alchohol, withholding pressure

Homies tell me hold your head up, I can barely hold together

Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar

I'm broke, I'm fed up and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella

Family likes to make me feel like a failure

But I believe in what I do so fuck you and what they tell ya

Lonely with a walkman on, walking around

Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound life brings me down, in dreams of sound