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• Artiste: Illy
• Titre: Long Story Short
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Theres more to life than gettin leg up, and foot in the door I mean id love more money, hey wouldn’t we all but putting cash over loved ones couldn’t be more I could be flat broke and still wouldn’t be poor and as for all the hard times that I guess should hurt I don’t skip a beat still put my best foot first wish I could talk about my fam but it wouldn’t of worked cause when a loves that strong, cant be put into words so I dedicate this, better songs, better grades, tryna be a better son, better brother, better mate and ive learnt from mistakes, and I don’t know what I am but a part of thats knowin what u aint, and I aint ever put a dude down just for tryna catch his break, never gave him based on the wage, don’t ever say I did it any other way, then my own way, at my own pace, with my own wrong turns, no breaks, said im gonna be somebody knowin no one can stop me they can say what they say just watch me and when I get there, you’ll know And high school wasn’t for me much, nah most of my teachers swore I was fucked but then a couple had faith in me, helped me back up, ill probably never quite thank em enough, but thanks to them I be steppin on stage at my graduation, long way from walkin train tracks from the station ridin the 405 flinders street, in amazement at the spray painter hand control, dedication displayed on the walls, in dispute of its name, its art form, till I tried and wasn’t able at all, hah I still wonder how graffiti goes under, when naked little girls go on magazine covers okay, but I grew up and now im almost 6 feet, no more fucking around, its uni courses and beats and whats important to me is my family tree, and now knowing whatever will be, will be said im gonna be somebody, knowin no one can stop me, they can say what they say just watch me, and when I get there you’ll know thanks to the love you gave me, the road up ahead don’t phase me look how far we come, its crazy, and when I get there you’ll know, you’ll know so, I live with aims to make the most of the when, I know, that we’ll never have this moment again headphones on my head, boardshorts on my legs, cigarettes note pad and a pen goin back to them lunch smokes, weekend binges with my kin in my full blue jeans when my fringe is to my chin even before that, barely finished bein kids, when we’d give shit to the girls we interested in, hah and blew up soda bombs to keep us entertained and when I kept my cigarettes in my pencil case couldn’t wait to leave sick till September came countin 7, tickin days off the calendar again, and some mates went astray, I love em but things change but what can I say things change, you lay in the bed you make and im tryna make mine a king, but lifes now, so I slow down, and take it all in said im gonna be somebody, knowin no one can stop me they can say what they say just watch me and when I get there you’ll know thanks to the love you gave me, the road up ahead don’t phase me look how far we’ve come its crazy, and when I get there, you’ll know, you’ll know