Testo Fine Adapter - Chase Martin
Testo della canzone Fine Adapter (Chase Martin), tratta dall'album Fine Adapter
The same situation, the first I gotta pay rent
Just turned 21 I'm wondering where all my days went
Burnt, I'm flippin' work boy that's my occupation
You ain't gettin' money, stay the fuck out the conversation
I got this shit on lock like a two week vacation
Got a million views on my shit now I'm feelin' kinda famous
But I ain't obligated, pockets macho like I'm Ronald Raegan
How I came up from nothin' got these fuckas discombobulated
They don't gotta respect it but I bet they tolerate it
Hear somebody say I'm not the goat, bet they intoxicated
Ooh-wee, people askin' 'who's he?'
Right now my life a sitcom, wait for the movie
Doing shit so big you gon need two screens to tune in, cuttin' off some loose ends
Loose lips sink ships; they drownin', foolish
Coulda swore they knew what they was doin'
Clueless, I see the whole world showing congruence
I live my life step by step
Before you walk you gotta learn to crawl, take a breath
Before we fuck I gotta learn to call, she upset
And I get it though, I would be too if I was you and you just wanted my drawers
That's life, I still pick up the pen and I write
About times I had when she was still a part of my life
Nevermind, I'm back to reality, I'm after
The greater things, call me 'Type C', I'm a fine adapter
Don't say much but if money talks then I got time for chatter
I feel like I'm the goat but I wonder if it matter
One day the sun explodes us, set all the progress backwards
The fire burn the masses, the churches turn to ashes
Now will the people realize what they had after the crash?
It won't be the last, hopefully they learn from the past
I open a glass and pour it out just for the flash of a thought
I imagine it's all part of the plot
But I got a few questions, I ain't different from y'all
What since is a God who seems to be indifferent to cause?
I picture the stars, sit back and envision the laws that keep it goin'
It's worth knowing the physical form
I'm tiptoeing through the rain cause my life is a storm
But I'm blessed, the world got better on the day I was born
I ain't stressed nor am I Jesus but I walk with a thorn
I got breath left in my lungs then I'm ready for war
I grew up havin' way less so now I'm ready for more
Waitin' on the day it feel better than ever before
Answer every opportunity that knock on the door
Black Friday: prepare for whatever's in store
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Writer(s): Chase Knackstedt
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