Campana - Kamikaze // Progress (prod. Tyler Dopps, Bahous) lyrics

(Verse - Shelton Harris): They tell you you ain't guaranteed to see tomorrow They tell you that it's darkest just before the dawn Some people lack a simple sense of right and wrong They can never see it, an iPhone with the brightness off Writing for a living, fighting for a million I might die before I get it but I'd die before I give in I just want the world to know this city that I live in Listen to my music feel like they just took a visit Sorry to my haters sound they a bunch of critics Tryna judge a situation that they've never even been in Go cry me a river, maybe I'll go swimming Write a song about it and you'd probably say I went in sh**, a lot of rappers say this ain't for no beginners I've been at it for a year and still don't see no competition Prolly be embarra**ed if they saw my twitter mentions Used to open shows now on flyers my name look the biggest yeah And we don't need the game I think it needs us So I'ma be here for a while kick my feet up And chill while I'm laughing and smiling all for the cameras And won't be mad if I failed rather happy I had the chance to Make a name for myself and my crew I want it all but I could settle for a tropical view On top of the world, dust opposition off of my shoes I'm plottin my reign, ain't got no time to bother with you Out (Verse 1): I get respect from the black folk, but dress like a white one Quiet while I'm writing, driven before a license Equipped with "Mike-Tyson's," ironic how y'all bitin' Stagnated, while waiting for applications The real world is vacant, went and took a vacation Haters staying complacent, but what if I start to make it? (Huh?) Then you get no love, like abortion Put it up for adoption, my old sh**'s in auctions Osgood-Schlatter, they aching to see me grow on No room n***as sleepin' on me like a futon Before you start to 'dress me, better hope you got the croutons Constructed from the ground, ambition put the roof on Topped off, in a lot, where I'm swerving to knock your sox off Got my goals, and I'm spicin' it; Mr. Hot Sauce Others? just a knock-off, Pa** me? You're getting blocked off I'm just leaving a message, so forward me to the top spot (Chorus): Oh nah nah nah, if you wanna hear the voice say nah nah nah Oh nah nah nah, if you wanna hear the voice say nah nah nah Oh nah nah nah, if you wanna hear the voice say nah nah nah Oh nah nah nah, if you wanna hear the voice say nah nah nah (Verse 2): Taking waves off the top, like a du-rag Who's that? Man, he's the greatest, but y'all knew that Rollin' with some Cool Cats Well, they Mad, but excuse that, screw that Now, it seems I'm moving bodies like the city morgue If you listen closely, pay attention, show you what's in-store When you want it, haters won't give space, I took room Drop that LUXLIFE, now they silent like a book room A book worm; straight, like a good perm Speaking, defeating, til' we on good terms I'm forever progressing, this genre, never neglecting This love, I wear on my necklace, just to confirm Pupil to the game, something like an eyeball Reminisce in the depths of the nightfall Many people standing on their two feet, I fight to crawl Give me a pencil and a crowd, cause I like to draw (Repetition of Chorus) // (Change up of sounds; Progress) (Hook): Where to go from here? Can someone tell me to go from here? Can someone tell me where to run fear? Cause it's all so clear that it's all so near (Verse 1): Why's my future in the rearview mirror? Look here, right here, can you make it disappear? If it all goes away, will I lose my peers? Will the things I take make me incoherent? Will I down out with two whole spirits? Please ever-clear what I did this year Cause a lot of more people now saying I'm weird Look here, right here, bout to shift gears, reason why they all steer Reason why we all here now No walking the plank til I run this town Cause if it ain't done then I just might drown k**ing this beat with a distinct sound It's just instinct now Fit just-in to an n-sync crowd Fit right in to a king-fit crown Fit right in to a clean b**h walkin in a queen-fit gown like ugh (Hook): Where to go from here? Can someone tell me where to go from here? Can someone tell me where to run from fear Cause it's all so clear that's it's all so near (Verse 2): Look here, right here can you make it disappear? Better yet, will I face my fears? Will I drowned out with a million tears Accumulated by the people after all these years? With the yearly yearning, for the yearly-earnings Got damn, you learning; the kids is serving Hor d'oeuvres and all, and some alcohol I guess I'm under it all, the last chance to ball Guess I'm coming to score, the key fits the door Ready, Set, Explore; watch me explode Got my lungs singing from Keyshia Cole, (Ooh Hoo) Go kief the bowl, and heat the coals Gotta feat the goals Gotta feat the ghosts Gotta feed the coast x2 (Coda): Now can you see In the midst of the lights out And can you breathe When the whole world times out And If you're low Gotta find a way to climb out I'll get you high Maybe then you will find out (Repetition of Chorus begins within background) Now can you see In the midst of the lights out And can you breathe When the whole world times out And If you're low Gotta find a way to climb out I'll get you high Maybe then you will find out