Common Market - Bonanza lyrics

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Common Market - Bonanza lyrics

“… A lotta s**as always front that we made it by luck… Live from out a silent town where talent abounds The area where pavement covers sacred burial grounds Sound off two for those who came first and laid the work Laborers and mercenaries mining diamonds out the pay dirt Worth inequitable, yet to get what's deserved For official recognition i press to spread the word Act like you ain't heard we on the verge of a breakthrough Youth crammin' the gate sayin' ‘i just can't wait' It takes a dreamer type to keep the hope alive but don't shut those eyes It's cut-throat comin' from both sides And when the gun smoke rise, only one'll survive ‘not two, not three, not four, not five' Six years on the grind here, take it if they give me ten Principally paid dues, who's seein' dividends Where the kid begin? around the City of Cin Another sea-sickened immigrant attempts to fit in I seen your citizens around, shower praise on a duck Bust the ba**-pound speakers, sets played in my truck A pot struck under the rainbow, the stage i touched ‘a lotta s**as always front that we made it by luck' Never left fortune to chance, nah i took a second job Just to finance the pressing of a respectable effort I've come to terms with the significance of Live & Learn Kid'll get his turn only after they listen and spurn So necessarily my resolve was tested, told ‘em I'll be back in a second to wreck it with a better record A set objective I said it how I knew best Rooted in the east movin' due west, of the etiquette clueless, uh I bid adieu, do i say ‘bon jour?' how long you be gone for? Maybe forever on this award tour Playin' for none, can i do one more? prayin' for an encore Bangin' on a drum at the contour The long shot, survival at sea - got to paddle Paychecks for prize money at the beatbox battle Big up's to VERA, my debt forever paid in fine art One of the biggest reasons we f**in' with dave meinert Service to my constituents, a purpose in fuzed Word to love, son - we got a lotta work to do Real recognize and appreciate real, but ‘a lotta s**as always front that we made it by luck' Ain't nothin' foreign to the formula, you reap what you sew Spent these summers on the come-up, you just seein' us blow Some conditions are beyond control - nevermind that The difference in victory and failure is where your mind's at Wild speculation on the state of the section Some missin' the bigger picture while they're posin' the question It's the answer I've been trynna pa** along to the amateur While they stand around and wait for the bonanza.”