Sorta Marvelous Lyrics

Two years of rapping and I still ain't dope

Starbucks everyday, just your average joe

I'm the, punchline in your average joke

Constantly, burning bridges why you're blowing that smoke

And you should know, that I'm a different guy now

Keep it on the down low, I'm always high now

And I'm dressing fly now, yeah I'm in the sky now

Always thought I'd be a Hollywood star, by now

You're thinking "wow", at these intricate verses

I've been fucking with these women, just to steal their purses

Now they want me in hearses, but it's just for rehearsals

Going to a school full of actors and nurses

And I've been living everyday, trying to capture the moments

I'm walking down East Hastings, trying to dodge all the homeless

I've gotta own it, but I'm awkward as hell, and I've got a big mouth, yo I'm sure you can tell

I keep it real yo, you keep it fiction, you're talking small words, I keep it dictionary

Yo this life is so scary, every damn decision, until the girl you marry

And they've been asking about my future, I've been dodging the questions

I just tell them that I'm blessed, like divine intervention

Now that you mention it, it's kind of a worry

The instant there's progression, I'll be gone in a hurry

I've been homesick as a motherfucker, guess that I'll admit it

I think this is the realest shit I've probably ever written

I gave her all my digits, but she'll probably never call me

I don't think I'm even playing, I've been off my game like always

Fronting like I'm smooth, but I'm really pretty basic

I can't help but love this lame shit, and I really fucking hate it

I really fucking hate it, really fucking hate it, been in Vancouver a while now and haven't gotten laid yet

I know it's trivial, I mean I like that shit, I used to be romantic, I guess that I'm a hypocrite

What's the meaning of life? Shit I don't know

I'm sure it's not these drugs or all this fucking drama though

I wanna talk about the shit that I've been doing

I've always had a passion, I guess I had to clue in

Now I'm working on my dreams and climbing to the top

I guess that I'm an artist and I'm not going to stop

Vince Young and Restless, this dude's the bestest

You dudes are so simple, bacon and egg breakfast

I'm sorry I'm cheesy, I swear I've got bars

But they're Interstellar, like way up on Mars

Or on the Warren Moon, I rap and they swoon

But I'm two beers deep and it's not even noon

I've got some issues, like I can be honest

I pretend like I am, but I'm not really modest