Idle Warship - Industry Diary lyrics

[Res:] Is it time to walk away I felt the hurt i felt the shame Now i know its up to me To play the game or let it be I go back and forth Tryin to decide What im gon make of me Do i turn my back on the industry And live a life of normalcy? Like a normal girl Make a normal world Work at the gallery on wall street Then in the summertime hit the jersey shore Like i never been to ??? beach Spend my ends on cheap souviners like salt water taffy Then hit the ???, sip a drink and play the nickle machines Wake up every mornin Gotta get my child ready for school Gotta wash him up, i gotta make his food I gotta feed the dog, i gotta wash him too Drive to my nine to five Gotta punch the clock for eight hours Knowin that im only makin seven fifteen, a f**in hour I must be crazy, they probably think im lazy My old manager askin me What have i done lately huh? I been workin out, yea, keepin my body lookin tight I done changed my look up Took the braids out Im rockin a fro that i really like And i live in LA, party all the time At forty-deuce im gettin drunk and high Start a new group called fleetwood black I swore you knew about that I play guitar, i play the drums I been writin songs till im numb And im drivin my sh**ty car To hang out with stars, like Lil Jon Pharrell's on deck and he's writin me all types of songs And Dr. Dre's a fan, but so what? I've been workin so hard and so long Everybody that hears my voice They tell me they fall in love And everybody swears they know how My label f**ed up But are they wrong? [wrong] Or are they right? [right] When will i get it right? [get it right] Are they wrong? [wrong] Or are they right? [right] When will i get it right? [get it right] Are they wrong? [wrong] Or are they right? [right] When will i get it right? [get it right] Are they wrong? [wrong] Or are they right? [right] When will i get it right? [get it right] [Talib Kweli:] This life of an artist Is the life i was promised Workin twice as hard as the next man regardless Of the job Its a labor of love i started This mic is my heart I live the life of a target They build you up just to tear you down Cor-porate clows fear your sound They know it's the truth And expose they lies When you close your eyes You wish you were a star People wanna judge you when they sittin from afar Backseat driver sittin in the car Know what i would do if i was you but you not me You could never do what i do n***a got me? Flow off beat and they callin it sloppy Flow on beat and they callin it poppy Truth, im the truth, cats spell in the booth My career is the proof they be callin it co*ky From the bottom headin straight to the top While you wait for a flop so you can take my spot This life is so addictive Get your prescription to fit your description At the party while you drink it all in Wake up in the mornin on the brink of fallin Warfare runnin in place When you runnin for the cake you be runnin from faith And its funny how money so dangerous they keep it in a safe Showboat n***as like to keep it in your face Go out they way to impress these city hoes Cheaper than the sensual seduction video Really though I know my worth Been headin towards this moment since the day of my birth These are thoughts that i write in my diary Smoke to get by keep my eyes fiery Yea, the life of an artist Workin twice as hard as the next man regardless Of the job its a labor of love i started This mic is my heart i live the life of a target They build you up just to tear you down Cor-porate clows fear your sound They know it's the truth And expose they lies When you close your eyes You wish you were a star [Instrumental till end]