Break Even ft. fakename Lyrics

(one)

I'm not arsed to make money, I just wanna break even

Get back what you put in, cover t'cost of the dream when

You write how you feel and some people relate

Others won't catch the vibe and that's fine, it's ok

Accept that, words don't arrive unless your neck snaps

Go ahead and ask your Role Model where their heads at

Take it back to '99 for the reference

You might have missed it first time round when the deck spun

What you listening to nowadays?

Not much rap, that's for sure, call it sour grapes

I'll tell you what's in my deck

George Michael, Kev Brown and a homemade cassette

Chicano soul with a modern effect

Bobby Oroza, Royal Blood, the last shadow puppets

And that's not how I pronounce the word

Force the rhyme, even though it might sound absurd

To anybody speaking t'Queens English

And we twist it in whatever way we deem fitting

Sound familiar? time to get the cheap digs in

Aimed at politicians and their iron-hide thick skin

(c)

You're out for profits I'm not saying it's a bad thing

I'm just tryna cover t'costs of my passion, that's it

It's cool to get props and keep an eye on t'stream numbers

I get to live t'dream, you're stressing coz you 'an't touched it

(two)

I don't do it for the accolades, as if I'm getting any

Or coz I wanna stand on stage with every ten-a-penny

Rapper tryna prove 'emself, maybe 20 years ago

But the vibes evolved since then, continual improvement bro

One day you'll feel your passion wane, mine doesn't

The right beat's still got my heart and mind rushing

Works busy sometimes it feels I'm clutching

The fine sands of time, work:life match, struggling

Step back and reassess it

My diggin' styles changed since all the rich hipsters stepped in

Hiked the prices on some high inflation

More selective, still picking diamonds out the crate bin

Sam Cooking on that Casablanca

Pad pushin, believe, I got these snares and hats, bruh

Not tryna be a menace though

In my little bubble, breakin' even's all I ever hope for

(c)

No gimmicks or a certain image

When I speak, I back it, turning any verse to visions

Here in the present bring a page to life

I've nothing more to offer other than the words I write /