Murdock - Life of an Artist lyrics

(Intro) Jack Blerry: Sooo... What do you think life's going to be like after we graduate? Murdock: Honestly, I have no idea bro. Like I'm nervous as sh** but... that's why it's kind of exciting Jack Blerry: Truth. We got this though, yo! You're one of the most talented people I know Murdock: Thanks bro, and same goes for you Jack Blerry: Thanks. We'll be fine out there, we're bound for success! Murdock: Yeah... I hope so (Verse 1: Murdock) Life of a starving artist, straight out of college Young novice, dropped his 9 to 5 to spit raw sh** The dotted lines I signed said "Hereby I forfeit a normal life" Dotted the I's, T's I crossed it 4 school years, I stressed myself the f** out Couldn't find me without green stuff on me, No Doubt Can't recall how many times, my major ready to drop it In Blanton Hall eating stale Sodexo Sausage I was warned, 2 degrees that don't pay sh** But not following my dreams is a life wasted "A major in Theatre and then a minor in Anthropology? When you realize your mistake boy, don't even bother me." As much as complain, I believe it whole-heartedly This the only thing for me, it's written in the astrology Keep forward with motion, silence my mind the commotion Graduated, what now? Thrown in with the sharks in the ocean, adulthood! (Hook) Now my pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right My pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right My pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right My pockets looking kind of tight And I'm stressed! (x2) (Verse 2: Murdock) Went from top of the cla**, to thrown straight on my a** Life switching up like tectonic plates, didn't expect quakes so fast Thought school was tough but that stage don't equate cause last years struggle was bursting artistic bubbles, to not produce trash Can't get notice through rubble, snakes lurking trying to start trouble Trying to stay humble, can't speak, anxiety got my larynx crumbled I walk into an audition, headshot resume submission Give it my all after 30 seconds I hear "Okay listen You're just not our type, you'll hear from us soon" "Want me to erase my features? Draw new ones like cartoons? Now listen sir, I cannot change my appearance But put me in front of the camera, I swear I am fearless I don't give a f** about Verizon or selling some Cheetos But I'm Oscar worthy if you give me that G and royalties, yo" Dismissed yet again, hope I don't get dropped by agent These chances don't come, guess I just gotta make em' but my (Hook) Pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right My pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right My pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right My pockets looking kind of tight And I'm stressed! (x2) (Verse 3: Jack Blerry) Straight A's and no plan B You can't C me, you can't D-lete me Eager to F and seize the moment, I got omens, that why I put my soul in Fresh outta school and they already tryin' to stole it You can't, I'm in a different degree, pioneering this pedigree World thinks I'm Pius so they can't believe That's ridiculous, broker than ever but rich in Exposin' my art, no walk in the park, cause that's what I be bingin' in My thumb green, provokin' though planter Money the same color, it's ironic it's my cancer Sheesh! Inhale hashish and keish to slow down Or to get off ground, this leash got each of my dreams in pieces The puzzle is not found, be damned if money's what keeps me bound cause my (Hook) Pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right Pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right Pockets looking kind of tight That's right, that's right Pockets looking kind of tight And I'm stressed! (x2)