RHYMAN's video: RHYMAN - Some Say

Follow Rhyman: ▶ Instagram: https://instagram.com/rhyman ▶ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0tIZA... ▶ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/officialrhyman/ ▶ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/rhyman Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/31HZiaZhWEWt6hlAKj5vs0?si=3CjHzUebQcSgngC4YkWUTg Mix & Master: Pedro @ Lutwonstudio Lyrics: All this weed lit got me feelin’ a wee bit out of control, out of my own zone do I really need this? do I really need to resort to drugs just to feel freedom? prisoner of my own soul, bleedin’ don’t know what to do with my life either trapped on this globe till my show’s over what show? I’m just another motherf***** flowin’ convinced that I’m makin’ art though cause I’m the shit and I’m f***** smart yo and every time I rhyme I deliver like parcels even if my liver probably looks like a fossil guess we can all improve in some ways always in a bad mood on Sundays wanna give your life light like sun rays I just need a mic then I’ll might do it one day god knows when that mothaf****** day will come god knows if that mothaf****** day will come some day some day some day some day some day some day some say some day I will be rich some say some day I will be shit some pray on Sundays in front of some graves whether sleet, snow, rain or f****** sun rays dedication to the dead in it then go inside to beg for forgiveness they’re sinnin’, well everybody’s sinnin’ look at me selling weed for a living god’s present but it feels like I’m dealin’ penicillin or selling drugs to pregnant women so I can pay for a pair of J’s or some denim what the f*** is wrong with this sick globe? I’m just gonna build a f****** farm ‘fore all this shit goes downhill, man down, thou kill man chill & down another brown pill how ill would it be if she was still here till this day I f****** miss her, how does this feel? none of you will ever know showing you this path none of you will ever go it’s easier just listening then let it go cause I’m the man presenting every letter wrote not your problem cause it ain’t on the radio not your fault that this ain’t on the radio had the chance but wasn’t my way to go not who I am and not who I will ever grow to be, not me, f*** that I just wanna rap, I don’t need no f****** rucksack full of problems & responsibilities having to respond to your comments is killing me so feel free to say what you want to me cause I don’t give a f*** anymore possibly, the best place I’ve ever been in life’s now 3 years I had to put the mic down had figure out who I am with all the lights out missed opportunities but in the right mind now yeah, and that’s all that really counts for me of course I regret not having crowds bounce with me always envisioned myself on a stage saying scream and the whole crowd follows me like I’m queen always was my dream to be like Mercury except that that mothaf****** disease wouldn’t murder me he is victorious, but you ain’t never heard me let’s leave it like that, wanna let that burden be couldn’t deal with fame anyway I would burn out, it would turn out at least more than 3rd degree god knows if that mothaf****** day will come god knows when that mothaf****** day will come some day some day some day some day some day some day some say some day I will be this some say some day I will be that But all I really want is to feed raps to the world, have a fuckin girl and just relax, with Jax