[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