2 Sentimental

They say to get up, get out, and get something If you broke, they gon’ treat you like you nothin’ I check my credit card bill, it hit the max again I’m at the union for musicians and they taxin’ him Matter fact, they won’t even let me in the door How to toast to the town livin’ like he poor Nowadays, really hard to make a honest livin’ And I ain’t even got a plan, all I got is rhythm While the rose petals still fall I’m waitin’ for the call For a lighter thing It’s time to write a thing I’m sittin’ in my room Tryin’ to light the gloom I gotta write a thing Hate to sound as though I’m complainin’ about my life I’m on the TV But there’s poison in the bright lights I got a tambourine, but I’m not a tap dancer I didn’t fit in Wakanda, I’m not a Black Panther I’m backstage with my eyes on the free snacks I brought some Ziplocs, cause I’ma need that I can’t help but feel like I’m under a puppeteer I go outside and I see a sign, the end is near While the rose petals seem to fall I’m waitin’ for the call For a lighter thing I gotta write a thing I’m sittin’ in my room Tryin’ to light the gloom I’m tryin’ to write a thing A fan told me that I got her through her darkest times But I’m on the internet, soundin’ like the March of Dimes Hit my Venmo, help me with my Kickstarter I’m tryin’ to get some fresh gear, maybe we could barter Beans and rice on the crock pot, yet again My girl a ten and she wishin’ I would let her spin All these suckas flexin’ dollars in they bank account Crackin’ jokes and I know they tryin’ to dig her out Get up, get out and get somethin’ But why if everybody bluffin’? Every night sendin’ links that she got from Zillow All I got is sweaty sheets and a dirty pillow Stocks droppin’, I was hopin’ I could bite a dip Twenty dollars for a drink, let me buy a sip No plan B, just a one-way ticket Hopin’ I get my advance before I get evicted Still the rose petals seem to fall