Cam Meekins - Sharks lyrics

[Hook] The gra** is always greener Walk a mile in my shoes What's a one dollar finish to a million dollar move I want more than just a cliche to get me through the day But I get mad at myself cuz I can't find the words to say [Verse 1] Most often noticed for the bogusness I wrote this sh** just sitting in the farmers market tryna find some focus It's a joke Life is but a smoke Burn it down, have a stroke Runnin' round the city all these women like a can of coke I like the ones who got some meat on their bones The ones who got a lot of problems but they leave 'em alone I ride the T and write my poems, that's when it comes to me the best And when these suits try and test me gotta run and catch my breath Management, they wanna fire me I'm sick of workin' at the gym I'm skinny handin' towels out while all the girlies checkin' in Couldn't wait til 7:30, get off work a little early Throw the music in the car and rushin' nowhere in a hurry My life so ordinary that I wanted something else So I picked up the microphone and stopped blaming myself [Hook] [Verse 2] Again and again I be following a trend Chasing meaningless rhetoric my doctor recommends I spend at least 30 minutes in the sun, I never can 'cause I'm stuck inside talking to myself like he's my friend Oh sh**, you gotta step it up and pick the slack up Like a cop or a second string they calling me the backup And all these new hip-hoppers they make their songs and got a crew or clique I don't I got a microphone two balls and my f**in' dick I'm sick of you Maggie She wants to hear the radio She turn that sh** so loud, that's why I couldn't even save a ho The mainstream tellin' her she need to be a s*ut The underground tellin' her she need to show some bu*t Cut her wrist, trim the gut I'm sittin' there like "What the f**?" I'm tryna be the one to say some different stuff don't know what Because I try so hard to make it so it seems you never listen so I'll make this for myself and play this sh** up in my kitchen f** the fame and f** the fortune I'm recording and it's scorching, 94 on the thermometer I'm sittin' on the porch and glad I'm able to connect with you Like cable for the Internet, with every song you think I s** a little less [Hook]