On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Know that I've never been this conceited, this ain't the side of me that people deal with
This ain't a prophecy, it's a promise, see, 'cause I know that I spit the realest
Know that my mind is sick, need to heal it, I see a doubt inside and I kill it
I smell the scent of fear, that ain't welcome here, so I gotta get rid of it
This ain't the time for me to slow my motion, this ain't the time for pouring out emotions
This ain't the time for slowing down my rhyme, just focus on the lines and put the world On notice
This ain't the time for crying over stress, this ain't the time to show the world a mess
This ain't the time for wasting all these lines on my mental state, I gotta focus
Knees deep, got my knees weak like I'm Em, and I repeat history, hate what I am
Keep seeing the weak person I've been, and I do what I what I do 'cause I know that I Can
But I still choke up like I'm fighting asthma and I left my pump in my house and now, I
Gotta struggle through the pain, can't breathe without; getting help 'till I'm back on my Feet again
But don't worry 'bout it, I just write about whatever comes to mind
Feeling like I gotta keep it focused on my manic writing and the dollar signs
Lately thinking I just need a little time, focus on my rhymes, focus on my lines
Focus only when it's dark and lonely so I always see the way them diamonds shine
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
I don't have time to be down, too busy writing, I been feeling rap
I could make music about my emotions but really just hoping that I never snap
Focus my anger to play on a track, see my reflection and I just attack
Call it my Karma but swear what I'm spitting just always ends up coming back
People talking I got no time to listen, only focus on the talents I'm given
Never really been a cocky person, but I know I'm spitting sick so get the penicillIn
Got the pen so ill I write and then I kill, I'm being chased by L with notes of death I'm sending
Only L I'll be a part of though, are the ones I give to people doubting this and then
Prove 'em wrong like I always do, fight the odds 'till my dreams come true
Fight myself, it's bad for my health, but don't question that, got too much to lose
If I hesitate to self medicate and get stuck in shades of deep blues
Guess I'm on auto-pilot, been auto flying, not trying to get confused
But don't worry 'bout it, I just write until the lyrics calm me down
Feeling like I gotta keep it focused so the music playing is the only sound
Lately thinking I just need a little time, focus on my rhymes, focus on my lines
Focus only when I fear the fall so that I never ever ever ever hit the ground
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Nothing me's ever good enough, nothing for me's satisfactory
Slaving away with a pen on the page and I tear up the paper right after, see
I have an obsession, I'm craving perfection, my touch is like Midas, I'm learning my lesson
The king of my kingdom, I'm counting my blessings to give to the next people after me
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Daron Reveur - Midas Lyrics
Daron Reveur - Midas Lyrics
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On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Know that I've never been this conceited, this ain't the side of me that people deal with
This ain't a prophecy, it's a promise, see, 'cause I know that I spit the realest
Know that my mind is sick, need to heal it, I see a doubt inside and I kill it
I smell the scent of fear, that ain't welcome here, so I gotta get rid of it
This ain't the time for me to slow my motion, this ain't the time for pouring out emotions
This ain't the time for slowing down my rhyme, just focus on the lines and put the world On notice
This ain't the time for crying over stress, this ain't the time to show the world a mess
This ain't the time for wasting all these lines on my mental state, I gotta focus
Knees deep, got my knees weak like I'm Em, and I repeat history, hate what I am
Keep seeing the weak person I've been, and I do what I what I do 'cause I know that I Can
But I still choke up like I'm fighting asthma and I left my pump in my house and now, I
Gotta struggle through the pain, can't breathe without; getting help 'till I'm back on my Feet again
But don't worry 'bout it, I just write about whatever comes to mind
Feeling like I gotta keep it focused on my manic writing and the dollar signs
Lately thinking I just need a little time, focus on my rhymes, focus on my lines
Focus only when it's dark and lonely so I always see the way them diamonds shine
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
I don't have time to be down, too busy writing, I been feeling rap
I could make music about my emotions but really just hoping that I never snap
Focus my anger to play on a track, see my reflection and I just attack
Call it my Karma but swear what I'm spitting just always ends up coming back
People talking I got no time to listen, only focus on the talents I'm given
Never really been a cocky person, but I know I'm spitting sick so get the penicillIn
Got the pen so ill I write and then I kill, I'm being chased by L with notes of death I'm sending
Only L I'll be a part of though, are the ones I give to people doubting this and then
Prove 'em wrong like I always do, fight the odds 'till my dreams come true
Fight myself, it's bad for my health, but don't question that, got too much to lose
If I hesitate to self medicate and get stuck in shades of deep blues
Guess I'm on auto-pilot, been auto flying, not trying to get confused
But don't worry 'bout it, I just write until the lyrics calm me down
Feeling like I gotta keep it focused so the music playing is the only sound
Lately thinking I just need a little time, focus on my rhymes, focus on my lines
Focus only when I fear the fall so that I never ever ever ever hit the ground
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Nothing me's ever good enough, nothing for me's satisfactory
Slaving away with a pen on the page and I tear up the paper right after, see
I have an obsession, I'm craving perfection, my touch is like Midas, I'm learning my lesson
The king of my kingdom, I'm counting my blessings to give to the next people after me
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Know that I've never been this conceited, this ain't the side of me that people deal with
This ain't a prophecy, it's a promise, see, 'cause I know that I spit the realest
Know that my mind is sick, need to heal it, I see a doubt inside and I kill it
I smell the scent of fear, that ain't welcome here, so I gotta get rid of it
This ain't the time for me to slow my motion, this ain't the time for pouring out emotions
This ain't the time for slowing down my rhyme, just focus on the lines and put the world On notice
This ain't the time for crying over stress, this ain't the time to show the world a mess
This ain't the time for wasting all these lines on my mental state, I gotta focus
Knees deep, got my knees weak like I'm Em, and I repeat history, hate what I am
Keep seeing the weak person I've been, and I do what I what I do 'cause I know that I Can
But I still choke up like I'm fighting asthma and I left my pump in my house and now, I
Gotta struggle through the pain, can't breathe without; getting help 'till I'm back on my Feet again
But don't worry 'bout it, I just write about whatever comes to mind
Feeling like I gotta keep it focused on my manic writing and the dollar signs
Lately thinking I just need a little time, focus on my rhymes, focus on my lines
Focus only when it's dark and lonely so I always see the way them diamonds shine
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
I don't have time to be down, too busy writing, I been feeling rap
I could make music about my emotions but really just hoping that I never snap
Focus my anger to play on a track, see my reflection and I just attack
Call it my Karma but swear what I'm spitting just always ends up coming back
People talking I got no time to listen, only focus on the talents I'm given
Never really been a cocky person, but I know I'm spitting sick so get the penicillIn
Got the pen so ill I write and then I kill, I'm being chased by L with notes of death I'm sending
Only L I'll be a part of though, are the ones I give to people doubting this and then
Prove 'em wrong like I always do, fight the odds 'till my dreams come true
Fight myself, it's bad for my health, but don't question that, got too much to lose
If I hesitate to self medicate and get stuck in shades of deep blues
Guess I'm on auto-pilot, been auto flying, not trying to get confused
But don't worry 'bout it, I just write until the lyrics calm me down
Feeling like I gotta keep it focused so the music playing is the only sound
Lately thinking I just need a little time, focus on my rhymes, focus on my lines
Focus only when I fear the fall so that I never ever ever ever hit the ground
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Nothing me's ever good enough, nothing for me's satisfactory
Slaving away with a pen on the page and I tear up the paper right after, see
I have an obsession, I'm craving perfection, my touch is like Midas, I'm learning my lesson
The king of my kingdom, I'm counting my blessings to give to the next people after me
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
On my wave, now you're stuck in the water
Take the stage, what I make ain't a product
People say, that I'm causing 'em problems
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Get a taste, now I'm hungry for more
Stepping up, best be ready for war
Dropping jaws all the way to the floor
Count it up, count it up
Writer: Daron James
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid