[Verse 1]
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Rapping juss changed everything
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Its kinda hard tryna move as a man
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I'm stressing cuz I'm constantly losing my friends
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People hate me cuz I'm tryna stay true to my fans
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But I'm grinding cuz I'm tryna provide for my fam
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Damn... I'm just spitting out these rhymes
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& people hating on me like I'm out doing crime
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So I sign... What if I worked a 9 to 5?
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Would you hate on the fact that I was juss tryna provide?
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Nah, you just hating on me cuz I'm doing music
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& you annoyed with the fact that everybody tryna do it
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So its foolish in your eyes... that is it
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But you don't see me running around
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Putting down your fucking happiness
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I ain't tryna ask for no exceptions
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I know I'm not anything that you were prolly expectin
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I know that I'm a blessing cuz Ive been thru the wire first
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& thats why I'm taking off... Fireworks
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[Chorus]
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Today it begins... I missed them before
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But wont miss them again
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I keep having the same dreams
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& I think that I just realized what it means
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All I see is fireworks... All I see is fireworks
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Taking off like fireworks... Taking off like fireworks
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All I see is fireworks... All I see is fireworks
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Taking off like fireworks... Taking off like... Ohh...
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[Verse 2]
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You should give it up for me, humble with this luxury
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I love all of my fans & the kids that look up to me
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But I'm stressin cuz the devil always fuck with me
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& why do I feel alone even when I'm with my company?
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Damn... Seems like world's closing in on me
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The closer I get, the world seems to spin on me
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Girls who been on me, were all coolie
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Until they try to explain how they are not a groupie
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& I hate that, baby we go way back
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I didn't know if I made raps, it would create that
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But this is the life that I asked for
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Subliminal hating on Twitter
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Like niggas don't know what that asks for
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I wish I had more... so I could give more
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I'm heading thru life finding out what I live for
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So I'm real more... & you a liar first
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& thats why I'm taking off... Fireworks
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Look, anything's possible... Look at Mike Vick
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& all the wrong stuff feel like the right shit
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& all the right shit seems to be hardest
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& the harder you work, the more that everybody's talkin
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So it's strange... Can you imagine life without pain?
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Where everybody seems to be the same
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Walking round life like there was nothing to gain
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Lookin in the mirror, not seein' nothing to change
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Lame!
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So I'm on that get money, fuck everything
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Reminiscin' when I used to fuck everyday
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Big booty's with the matching lips
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Shit, that's when I started on this rappin' shit
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The beginning G, I found out what the sinna be
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At 12 years old is when I lost my virginity
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Yeah, I just didn't try her first
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But now a nigga blowin' up, fireworks
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[Chorus]
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Ohh... Ohh... Ooh... Ohh...
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Ohh... Ohh... Ooh... Ohh...
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Fireworks
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Dizzy Wright |