Fast cars living large and such.
Miss America. Is it every enough?
Rapstar, love, and art. What the ?
Miss America. Am I asking too much?

Check it.
Underage underpaid all the same forgive me not.
For I know what I do.
Running loose like a unlaced shoe.
Kicking it and spitting it the same
like i walk the talk and I'm leaving my mark.
So follow me When opportunity knocks directly
and you better say you choose correctly.
So come respect me Miss America.
I have a dream.
By the end it'll be in a cinema and all the tickets are free.
Livin' the super 16 every day
like dropping 16 bars, Spitting 16 bars In my shitty car.
Super.
But I'm Chasing stars. I guess I'm out for glory.
Trying to tell my story In a crisis like I'm forty.
Ounces and Pounds Fuck That.
Im concerned with static and sound. Like Bump that.
Starting from the ground up. Ill get your hands up.
Like I was Miss America. Don't make me shoot ya silly trutha.
I'm fresh out a school. Still in my youth yup.
high School Graduated, congratulating education that's exaggerated
is a curtain trick song for the manipulated
that is overplayed and outdated
but no one notices the overstated unperpetrated
indoctrinated dream you gotta slave for,
while they allocate your wage for some third world wars.
They got you exasperated.
Out of breath, out of money, out of gas.
Life's going to fast. You gotta choose.
Career is monetary. The mind is solitary. The body is monastery
Yo Miss America. I just wanna write.

Fast cars living large and such.
Miss America. Is it every enough?
Rapstar, love, and art. What the ?
Miss America. Am I asking too much?

Real talk. She was eighteen.
Daydreaming lately. Stuck behind a counter cashing out guests.
What do you expect. Gotta make money to get money.
but shes spending it on rent.
She was dreaming about the future.
where she was gonna be in 10 years checking her fears.
Told me she wants to write but its like
How do i survive off that? How do I survive off Rap?
Do I hope to blow up? Quit my day job.
Get a bit of heat then sell out, so I can live off record label bail outs.
How does a painter survive off the canvas?
handing out commissions on a basis
until inspiration stops the brush for a month, then what?
Day Jobs taking up my time and passion
but its like I'm juggling my time to survive
and struggling on the pursuit of happiness.
all this got me pacing around the house
all dramatic like I'm stuck in the madness.
I saw an old photo of her once. When she was young.
Before she got into the blunts of life passin'.
She had blue shining eyes to match the sky
but they were fixated on the stars of night.
Taking in the world she could recreate
painted cherry red lips were her favorite color
she would never hesitate to speak her mind.
She was in an endless summer.
Caught up in the glory
soft hands folded like she was holding a story.
Someone told me what she could've been.
What we all could have been.
Heard she use to sing songs
but the beauty is sleeping on herself.
Gotta wake her up.
Pursuing Renaissance.
Writing songs. Starving Artists. Hoping to live long.

Fast cars living large and such.
Miss America. Is it every enough?
Rapstar, love, and art. What the ?
Miss America. Am I asking too much?

Beauty is in the eye of beholder.
Well I found a beauty, but i cant seem to hold her.
I found a beauty but i cant seem to hold her.
I found a beauty.