Yours Truly - Harder Than You Think lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] The beast awakens just for his feast Life may be a highway but I'm flying with the geese Musical ambitions, tearing at the seams Putting lines together but it's hard to find a theme Lyrics on my berry but you can thank me now Curtain call expert so it's time to take my bow Swallowed by the night, my lantern's running low Find a way to get recharged for that Duracell glow Got my gaze forward but I'm staring in the rear-view Plant my flag in the ground to show you that I'm here too Ooo, do you like it when I go fast? Feeling the beat, but still not sure if it can last Screw the arrival, live for the journey Convicted for my sk**s so I'll be needing an attorney Yes, rapping is my heart and soul Oliver twisting this sh**, can I have another bowl? [Hook: Part 1] T-O-R-O-N-T-O Better watch for my new flow Living in the moment, as we go Cuz the art of rap is the only sk** we know [Verse 2] Rep the star like Mac, beneath the hoodie call me Allen Joe Boxer armor's necessary for my talent Losing my thoughts, it's a runaway train Searching for higher learning, increased amounts of brains I'm an Apple or PC but my style's Window's 7 This is my idea dreaming big like we're in heaven But we might as well be there, cuz white is my taste k**ing all the haters so I put them in their place This is some amazing race but I've already won Podium king, the finger up is the middle one Take a picture this sh** will last longer What doesn't k** you in this game can really only make you stronger Don't worry Yeezy I got ya when I meet ya This is a natural talent so don't ask if I can teach ya On the beat a preacher, speaking words of truth The slugger of my time let the babes come ruth Lost without my compa**, music is my tune I'm out of this world pick me up on the moon [Hook: Part 1+2] T-O-R-O-N-T-O Better watch for my new flow Living in the moment, as we go Cuz the art of rap is the only sk** we know T-O-R-O-N-T-O Well there you go [Verse 3] Still not done yet so I keep the beat rolling The three strike system, you would think we were bowling Late nights under my eyes, voluntary for the tape Billionaire Boys Club but don't forget the bape See I be on the beat, I never miss a verse Smiling like a champ you would think we finished first But actually, this going to be pretty tough Pulling off the style but I don't know if it's enough See I continue anyway to represent the hope Acting without a purpose but no hat like the pope No message for God, it's a personal matter Lost in wonderland looking for the mad hatter Clock reads 2:11, memopad's open Critical acclaim is the goal that I be hoping For, three two one Make a decision soon before your time's done [Hook: Part 1+2]