Overload

Hitting to the brim, so you know we got that overflow If the music is the drug, then I might overdose Been a few years since I've been round on this rodeo Glasses in the air, time for us to make a toast Is it really too late for us to save our souls? A price we have to pay, on our way to our goals I'm married to the game with the lyrics that I vowed While I'm wearing all black just to see what I am about And I like to be myself, a sore thumb inside this shroud That's why I prefer to be on stage than in the crowd So I'm here tearing up these stages I'm making all these wages I'm flicking through that paper like it's part of the yellow pages And I'm flowing with the lyrics and my rhymes are so quick Throw them at the people just to make sure that they stick, yea Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do So don't let them ruin and disrespect you This game is full of copycats, that statement is true But you can't have true, without the you Hitting to the brim, so you know we got that overflow If the music is the drug, then I might overdose Been a few years since I've been round on this rodeo Glasses in the air, time for us to make a toast Is it really too late for us to save our souls? A price we have to pay, on our way to our goals Collateral damage to my opposition Hold up while I take position To my own mishaps now Kill me by the throat but I somehow always survive Hang on to your seatbelts whilst I put this thing into drive Going 50, 60 but you somehow never graze me Maybe I'm just cocky but you will never ever get me Like, how could you turn so dark but treason's the best remedy For all the shit you put me through guess you'll never break me You think you're so strong but your problems start to worsen Tightening the noose as you let go of all these burdens Putting on an act until you have closed all of the curtains Telling all your friends how you think you're a better person Yea, you think you're a better person? But the problems start to worsen Life just takes but you let it do So you're only sobbing for the sake of it Maybe I should stop and call it quits Maybe I should look and change my fit Maybe I should rest every time I sit Or maybe you should go and make a hit For the branding, left alone right where you are standing Let's forget about inflation when my name keeps expanding But, all these lonely night are getting too cold And maybe with a Morse I can break out of the code With an SOS signal in front of the crowd But I doubt that I will ever get out