Verse 1
OK, time to start a new chapter
I'm sick of thinking of questions that I don't know how to answer
Thoughts in my head don't, won't sink into the round about two weeks after
Though I try to spit positive, peeps don't wanna, portray me as a wannabe gangster
It's stupid, lately the smallest things will get me annoyed
I can't control my own mind, feels like I'm in a sequel event of the void
Exhausted myself to the point that I feel all I got left is destroyed
Can't live off the money that I make off this so I gotta get me employed
No, I'm not the kind of guy to do a 9 to 5 in a lab in a white coat
I started out on the road that narrowed to the point that it feels like a tight rope
MCs on the net tweet me asking how do I cope
How do I cope? Ha, the reply that I give them is “I don't”
I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, I'll drop the things 'til it starts falling
I do music as a past time at the moment, I'm trying to find my calling
Was watching Waking Life then I logged on Twitter and I saw man talking
People bad minding stuff and I swear it bugged me 'til the following morning
Hook
Well I guess that's just the way that it goes
(The way that it goes, the way that it goes)
Is this gonna work out, will I know?
(Nobody knows)
‘Cause I've been doing this for ages
I've been blessing many stages
Breaking my back to finish the remaining pages
That's just how it goes
(That's just how it goes)
I guess that's just how it goes
I'm just testing the water
Testing the water
Verse 2
Time to start a new mind state
Couldn't see where I was at then all of a sudden my pupils started to dilate
I wish people understood that I won't make music that I hate
So then when I put out my new stuff my old fans wouldn't become so irate
I know somewhere in the world someone must be hating my stuff
Trying to please all people, I won't hesitate to say that it's tough
‘Cause everyone's got a fake face, I won't fall for the way that you bluff
For the record, I won't treat music like a job 'til it pays me enough
There's so much stigma attached to a rapper that's poor
If I can't afford a hotel it appears I'll sleep on a laminate floor
Never at home, always on the go, and I just can't hack it no more
You might think I'm rude but I'm not, I just crave the day that I'm back at my door
I'm nowhere near where I want to be, not even half way
Give me a couple of years and maybe my attitude won't be so blasé
Blasé, blasé, who knows what I'll be in the future?
I can't say, but all that matters is now, gotta make this our day
Hook
But I guess that's just the way that it goes
(The way that it goes, the way that it goes)
Is this gonna work out? Nobody knows
(Nobody knows)
‘Cause I've been doing this for ages
I've been blessing many stages
Breaking my back to finish the remaining pages
That's just how it goes
(That's just how it goes)
I guess that's just how it goes
I'm just testing the water
Testing the water
I'm just testing the water
Testing the water
I'm testing the water
Testing the water, testing the water
I'm just testing the water
Testing the water
Testing the water
I'm testing the water, I'm testing the water