There is that one thing , That I always think about
When will I get the stage and crowd , I always dream about
Where am I slacking , what have I been missing out
What do you need , a nice face with a sexy pout
Why aren't the people , listening to music that I put out
Is it that bad , should I just pack my bag and move out ?
I am frustrated , why haven't I been talked about
All this hardwork and these mumble bumbles bagging out
I am an artist , and it breaks me to see my stats
A 100 views or less , how will I sign my cheques
The struggle is real , hats off to all my brothers
I know the work you put in , going through all that trouble
I got no money , to pay to a record label
I work with stuff I have ,my laptop and my table
I write my own lyrics , record it in my room
Mix and master all my stuff , cause I cant pay for a tune
But I won't stop at this , I will grind day and night
Untill I make it big , until my. career takes a flight
I don't say I write the best , spit the shit , f*ck the rest
But I still make sense, sound better than these mumble chaps
I have faith in me , faith in the work I do
I cry every night , but mum doesn't have a clue
I wanna earn a name , and make my mumma proud
But I feel helpless , my knees are on the ground
I wanna fly , I wanna fly again
I wanna fly , I wanna fly again
I wanna fly , I wanna fly again
I wanna fly , I wanna fly again
I wanna fly , I wanna fly again
I wanna fly , I wanna fly again