[Hook:Hyde]
I don't want to be
What you want me to be
I'm just in it for the love of it
I'm just in it for the love
I want to believe
In everything you see in me
But, I'm just in it for the love of it
I'm just in it for the love
[Verse 1:Hyde]
Look me in my face say I ain't enough
After everything you did to gain my trust
I just want to believe this ain't the end for us
But I'm not sure I was made to be famous
Enslaved to this dream
I love it, but I feel you betrayed me, yeah
I feel you betrayed me
Sold me a vision of what I can't reach
Of what I can't be
I never did this for the money or the shows
Or the fame, or the glow
Or to stay in some clothes
Or some rings made of gold
You sold me on the love, and then made it a fashion show
What happened to the pa**ion though?!
Now all I hear is “how you gonna market that?”
“Who's your target audience?” “Is that where all the stars is at?”
Chance and I the only ones who even care about a mixtape
And that's a mistake
[Hook:Hyde]
[Verse 2:Callous]
Wake up, look in the mirror
Image of a youngin, a lover, even a k**er
Most definite quitter, close, never the victor
Controlled, really the prisoner
Emotions holding the trigger
Ugh, faded memories along with the braincells
Hoping time tells if these rhymes will ever sell
Vision getting clearer still, but do I like what I see?
A funeral pyre & the higher desire to speak
Out, what the f** you talking bout blud
This is my sweat, my tears, this is my blood
Could be my end, my fears, this is my crutch
But watch em lie to us regardless
Time is just the catalyst to living life lethargic
Are you hearing me? The flame inside my heart just started sparking
Think it's telling me, ain't no remedy for the heartless
What the f**'s catharsis
Watch me yelllin out f** the future when I'm past it
[Hook:Hyde]
[verse 3:Hyde]
Facebook likes, Twitter follows
Instagram posts, Whisper mottos
The new trappings of a rapper: backwards and hollow
I started spittin' for the life of Pablo Cezanne, not Pica**o
I'm not in it for centavos
Keep the paparazzo
I just wanna stay away north of Colorado
Writing these songs down
Singing my heart out
But you say my art's drowned out
Nobody can hear it
But you said if my lyrics came straight from the spirit
They would have to come near it
Have to come and hear it
How's it that now I have to sell out to steer it ?
Now there's a laundry list of extra sh** I need to do?
You said my love was enough, you'd help me see it through
You believed in me, now it's not just me and you?
All I wanted was the music. I guess I leave you too