Jacob Price - Cinderella lyrics

[Hook] When the clock strikes twelve tonight When they finally dim the lights There'll still be music in my head There probably will be til I'm dead [Verse 1] I'd give my life for this music And I feel like I done did it Because it's likely the coolest thing in my life at this minute Rap is blessing, a curse, and a weapon and I have honed it I am the only man standing as my opponent There's no one else that keeps me motivated Forget the money and the fame From here they're seemin' overrated Don't need watches or records, platinum and golden plated MIDI controller waiting at home has got me salivatin' Basically I'm startin to get it It's a cold world and it's hard to live in it I find a little comfort in these beats for a minute Try to get crowd jumpin' out their seats when they feel it But even if it never made it to the streets I'd be in it I been workin' instrumentals from 16 to infinite Tryin' hard to figure out if it's the jeans or the denim That keeps my heart beatin' for this dream that I'm livin' [Hook] When the clock strikes twelve tonight When they finally dim the lights There'll still be music in my head There probably will be til I'm dead [Verse 2] It's been almost a decade And I still have yet to see my mother or my father see a set played Maybe only when I get paid proper Will I make a fan outta my mama and my papa But even if I never saw em standin' front row I'd be out sun shinin' so they can see their son glow I won't be done rhymin' until I'm number one So I shoulda been done rhymin' like 5 months ago But I'm always getting better Movin' on to something greater And if you don't wanna kick it Sionara see you later You want beef, have cow about it You want beats. Get a computer and a power outlet (Tell em the truth Jacob) I ain't gotta be the pastor preachin' to the choir Bout who the motherf**ing master It starts wit a J and has a B for the last one Everybody sayin' hes an a**hole [Hook] When the clock strikes twelve tonight When they finally dim the lights There'll still be music in my head There probably will be til I'm dead [Verse 3] You can't sign me, I ain't a piece of paper You can't define me, I'm changing everyday, sir Chameleon colored caterpillar to bu*terfly Feelin' like I'm Duncan Mcloud and I'ma never die There can be only one king of the jungle son This is my territory and will be till kingdom come If you could tell a story and fluently beat on a drum Paintin' a picture beautifully sing at the top of your lungs Then we can get it crackin' pastachio style But I don't know nobody thats really crackin' they lackin' in style Jackin' they styles from karaoke they piled up Lookin' at me envious, and knowin' that their style s**s A pile of bucks says that I could make a better song Writin' nothin' down with no more f**in' beat on Tryin' to make a whole CD that you can leave on Could never the best, cause I'm already beyond