I got broken laces, on my shoes
I tied a knot so, they still get use
Familiar faces, but some feel new
I'm low on patience, but I'll get through
I got tattered up laces, they be hanging by a string
Yeah my face says "I ain't worried about a thing"
There's hole in the bottom of my sole, am I still talking shoes?
I would hope so. Raps on the low-low
It's funny, "what's funny?" it's funny how I hesitate
To tell somebody I'm a rapper, man I'm still afraid
I told myself imma make it this time
I told myself this year but...
Man I swear the whole year flew right bye
September came quick at the blink of an eye
Had my heart shattered once shit, maybe twice
Don't know what I'm doing and I don't know why
But I'm still tryna kill it, rapping on beats everyday
And they feel it, slide in my DM and then they say
That imma make it: "keep putting work and stay patient"
I'm waiting, for the day that I can say I made it
I got broken laces, on my shoes
I tied a knot so, they still get use
Familiar faces, but some feel new
I'm low on patience, but I'll get through
Yo I'm not seeking fame and I'm not seeking wealth
I just don't see myself doing anything else
I got marketing books that sit upon my shelf
And if there's one thing I learned: know how to sell yourself
So here I am, I can play the guitar
I only know a few chords so I ain't making it far
And I'm watching all these people go from nothing to stars
I got my broken laces knotted up they falling apart
I'm staring at a dry phone waiting for it to ring
I'm singing all these songs but I cant even sing
I don't even want a job feels like a distraction
But like my shoes I got minimal traction
I pack my briefcases I'll be gone by two
I'm sick of chasing green faces and monthly payments
I'm losing patience
I got broken laces, on my shoes
I tied a knot so, they still get use
Familiar faces, but some feel new
I'm low on patience, but I'll get through