Keelay - Pull Man Lyrics

Dying over bread that's just pain in a different language
They think they slick, they just misbehaving
Stuck in black and white
My novel covers many shades of color
Long awaited
Just come back when I've
Written fifty pages
Give a listen
Six weeks later tunes are changing
Slapped in the face, a rude awakening
Don't take it out on me, the missed opportunity you happened to waste
You got the same tools that I used to shape me
Before, back in the day
It was a fool they used to take me for
As if I do it for some great reward
Always took the good with the bad and
All I know is music let's me pay it forward
Never heard me knock, I'ma break the door in
So dope I peddle thirty rocks like I'm Tracy Jordan
Worry not I'm only joking
Keep discreet, each toke I'm wholly ghosting
Raw I'm more advanced than most,
Then enhanced in post with Foley noises
Vocal chains, pans and prose
Impressing myself with the keys
Looking down like wait who's hands are those
Maybe next time I'll be going voiceless
I've got thoughts to entertain
And fans I suppose
I've seen the story told, I hope mine don't end the same
With both hands tied to gold
Months go by and they regret the chains
Purchased with high interest loans
Prepaid by a talking head adding to his catalog of industry clones
I invested in equipment that bangs inside my home

I've got the pull, man
Made this in Pullman
While on vacation
Paid this in full man

I've got the pull, man
Made this in Pullman
While on vacation
Paid this in full man