The industry shady
I'll say it a bunch
The game keeps evolving
Still taking y'alls lunch
And they making a profit
From y'all's deepest thoughts
Even the indies
Cuz Spotify's punks
A fraction of a penny
For one of my songs
Stream it a hundred times
Not even one
Dollar in my account
Money ain't all
But I swear to God
I work too hard to fall off
The Artist
I do my own promos
I make my own beats
I design my own logos
I stay with that heat
Mix it all up and they don't know
What the f*ck they want from me
Maybe I should just go yo
That's the kinda shit my people feel these days
Most the artists' I've met feel this way
Cuz it's all for the love
Till you need money to pay the bills
And then it's like that love gone away
The industry shady
Laced with the punks
They complacent
They fate is to stay with the bunch
But I say what I say
Cuz I know that I'm one of a kind
But they shoot at the real
When they talk I'm like
Speaking of real
I don't wanna do metaphors
Life in itself is a lesson worth living for
Spent so much time in the dark
On the bedroom floor
Coulda just died
But my legacy'd get ignored
I feel protection from something
An angel above me
It hovers
And keeps me from smothering
Me
So I bleed on these beats and recover
Not taking me under
Not taking me under
We in this together
That's what they all say
But I trust not a person
That gets in my face
Cuz the human's an animal
They structure and cage us
And make rules to lock us away
And we silently slave
Till we off in the grave
Or we pop all these drugs
Till we lost in the brain
Or we start up a fam
And we not really ready
And raise a whole new
Generation of deadly
The industry shady
Laced with the punks
They complacent
They fate is to stay with the bunch
But I say what I say
Cuz I know that I'm one of a kind
But they shoot at the real
When they talk I'm like
Ed the Artist - Stranger Things 2 Lyrics
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The industry shady
I'll say it a bunch
The game keeps evolving
Still taking y'alls lunch
And they making a profit
From y'all's deepest thoughts
Even the indies
Cuz Spotify's punks
A fraction of a penny
For one of my songs
Stream it a hundred times
Not even one
Dollar in my account
Money ain't all
But I swear to God
I work too hard to fall off
The Artist
I do my own promos
I make my own beats
I design my own logos
I stay with that heat
Mix it all up and they don't know
What the f*ck they want from me
Maybe I should just go yo
That's the kinda shit my people feel these days
Most the artists' I've met feel this way
Cuz it's all for the love
Till you need money to pay the bills
And then it's like that love gone away
The industry shady
Laced with the punks
They complacent
They fate is to stay with the bunch
But I say what I say
Cuz I know that I'm one of a kind
But they shoot at the real
When they talk I'm like
Speaking of real
I don't wanna do metaphors
Life in itself is a lesson worth living for
Spent so much time in the dark
On the bedroom floor
Coulda just died
But my legacy'd get ignored
I feel protection from something
An angel above me
It hovers
And keeps me from smothering
Me
So I bleed on these beats and recover
Not taking me under
Not taking me under
We in this together
That's what they all say
But I trust not a person
That gets in my face
Cuz the human's an animal
They structure and cage us
And make rules to lock us away
And we silently slave
Till we off in the grave
Or we pop all these drugs
Till we lost in the brain
Or we start up a fam
And we not really ready
And raise a whole new
Generation of deadly
The industry shady
Laced with the punks
They complacent
They fate is to stay with the bunch
But I say what I say
Cuz I know that I'm one of a kind
But they shoot at the real
When they talk I'm like
I'll say it a bunch
The game keeps evolving
Still taking y'alls lunch
And they making a profit
From y'all's deepest thoughts
Even the indies
Cuz Spotify's punks
A fraction of a penny
For one of my songs
Stream it a hundred times
Not even one
Dollar in my account
Money ain't all
But I swear to God
I work too hard to fall off
The Artist
I do my own promos
I make my own beats
I design my own logos
I stay with that heat
Mix it all up and they don't know
What the f*ck they want from me
Maybe I should just go yo
That's the kinda shit my people feel these days
Most the artists' I've met feel this way
Cuz it's all for the love
Till you need money to pay the bills
And then it's like that love gone away
The industry shady
Laced with the punks
They complacent
They fate is to stay with the bunch
But I say what I say
Cuz I know that I'm one of a kind
But they shoot at the real
When they talk I'm like
Speaking of real
I don't wanna do metaphors
Life in itself is a lesson worth living for
Spent so much time in the dark
On the bedroom floor
Coulda just died
But my legacy'd get ignored
I feel protection from something
An angel above me
It hovers
And keeps me from smothering
Me
So I bleed on these beats and recover
Not taking me under
Not taking me under
We in this together
That's what they all say
But I trust not a person
That gets in my face
Cuz the human's an animal
They structure and cage us
And make rules to lock us away
And we silently slave
Till we off in the grave
Or we pop all these drugs
Till we lost in the brain
Or we start up a fam
And we not really ready
And raise a whole new
Generation of deadly
The industry shady
Laced with the punks
They complacent
They fate is to stay with the bunch
But I say what I say
Cuz I know that I'm one of a kind
But they shoot at the real
When they talk I'm like
Writer: Ed Dundlow
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