[Prod. by F.A.A.R]
[Intro: Phone Conversation]
Cause they were so focused on making it big, they forgot to live/
And they wrote some junk, that had nothing to do with anything that mattered/
Because they were so focused on everything about success, they forgot to live/
So go live/
That'd be my advice/
[Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper]
How many grams for a Grammy?/
How many fans till I’m happy?/
How many stadiums I gotta blow up till you know that I'm all I can be?/
A savvy kid with acne, rapping in his bathroom/
Till his family kicked him out like Sammy/
There's no pot of gold, it's gotta go/
Why rap when you can cure the common cold?/
When you're 16, 16 bars in a locker room about tops for pressure/
But now I'm 18 and these 18 credits hours filling up this whole damn semester/
Till I'm 40 years old working 40 hour weeks/
With Bob and Jean talking about the table in the break room they gotta clean/
Morning traffic to bob and weave, theres more to life, there has got to be/
Uncle said he wanted to see me, come to my place, the other half is gone/
So, I gave him a couple of CDs, give it time wait, I'll keep the wrappers on/
So, why you holding back, you know the facts, too many people try to be normal/
And if you don't then they scold you and mold you back but you're more than that/
Kid you gotta know you're more than that/
He asked me how the dream was going, I said eh, not so well/
College and all this drama, same job to buy Taco Bell/
What if my mistakes that I'm mistaken, time's a wasting, and I never make it, man/
He's like wait/
I don't think you understand/
Just know, just know, you're everything that we wish we did/
Just know, just know, security is not the only thing there is/
God if I'd tried, but now every morning is collars and ties, and to my surprise, what do I got?/
Some more money to spend and problems to buy/
So I guess it was my answer
Make an album so good, I'd never have to come back home/
Almost dropped school to make it happen/
Looking like I was the rap game Zach Stone/
Message is respect the kid, if these girls are getting hitched then where'd I get these texts and pics from/
The same girls I refused to take the hint from/
I forgot to respond again, I call after this song, she said don't bother then/
Oh not again, oh not again, okay I guess let's not pretend/
Don't start with me, I just do it for the art, oh please/
You're really not OG/
Oh geez, say what you like but I can promise/
Me and the crew don't work for free/
So these days my perspective changed/
I really try to respect the sane/
Who plant and sod and sow and watch and tend the fields, and simply expect the rain/
But if I'm the pilot I am trying to drive a four door Pilot in a fire hydrant or I'm dying trying/
I guess that's just the kind of person I am/
So here's my life in recap, sit back, relax, and relapse/
So here's my life in recap, sit back, relax, and relapse/
And I'll do this till I'm out of words to say/
[Interlude: Paul & Frank]
[Alarm rings]
Paul: Oh shoot
Frank: Paul!
Paul: My bad
Frank: Shut the alarm off man, geez man. Check if the pizzas are done. I still have a whole other verse!
[Verse 2: Frank, An Average Rapper]
Yeah/
Somebody acting like he changed/
Like it's the same Frank that once sang the Dreamscape/
I don’t get out much, you’ll never see me on a weekday/
But my true soldiers still stay with me like it's D-Day/
Tried tell my story in 16 bars/
But for every 16, I think I need 16 more/
God, can I have a house with 16 floors?/
Maybe I need prayers like knees on Sistine floors/
We are the epitome of "kids these days"/
Future as grey as Fifty Shades/
Cityscapes and busy signals/
I'm trying to get away, make life more simple/
Damn/
Tell them I need time, just give me three more weeks/
Dad sitting me down, like, you know these are dreams/
Maybe I ain't got investments or CODs
But I don't waste the days with weed playing COD/
So who am I, to you?/
But more, who am I, to me?/
Grown up from fun dips and chutes and ladders/
Still trying to figure out life, the whos and whats matters/
So Who am I, oh who am I/
Who am I, oh who am I/
Why we asking "Who am I?" like its you to decide/
Like it's you to decide/
And I don’t know what sparked the thought/
Where did this transformation start?/
Crying and screaming in the parking lots/
It was getting awful an awful lot/
Haven't been texting for days, then days into weeks/
Need to go our separate ways, I think we reached our peak/
And it's all downhill from here/
For now I can't understand why you did what you did/
And I don't think I ever will/
But to you, I wanna say thank you, I could never hate you/
Sometimes in life you need someone to come and to straight change you/
Make or break you/
Till you ain't the same you/
So nowadays I ain't worried with finances or "my handsomes"/
I think I'll stick with the fame and take my chances/
Take my chances, people ask me how I'm doing, but then they see my life, that's my answer/
To the one kid I work with, who works the same dead end job, hitting the same girlfriend/
I don't think you realize just how big the world is/
I mean look at mine and I've only scratched the surface/
And to the people that raised me, sorry I couldn't be the perfect child/
To my day ones who have stuck with me, know that I will make it worth your while/
Here's a word of advice, here's a word to the wise/
Why we asking who am I like it you to decide/
Why we asking who am I cause the truth is that I/
Just don't know/
