Lyrics

Zane

yellow brick road:

composed by: zane and john duarte.

close the door behind you/ turn out the lights/ just block it out/ just listen to yourself don't let yourself lose it now/ you're the only one who can choose it/ so make it loud/ so loud that you have to shout to make'um listen/ wishing they could do it themselves/ the burning feeling in your chest makes you make it the best/ to get your shit on the shelves/ hell is what i've been through/ I'm just thinking to myself/ so I yell at everyone and anyone who's doubting my sales/ bitching/ wishing they could just step in my skin and/ for a minute they could feel what I've been carrying around/ bound to be what I was meant to be/ what I envisioned as a child/ never second guessing my style/ my instincts are too strong/ and all the while thinking that something was wrong/ hesitated for a minute/ but now I'm back in this song/ never stop'n this hip-hop'n and rock'n it all/ taking you down to the last minute and firing it off/ Chorus x2 -- this missile's on a mission/ and it's aimed at the stars/ no one can stop this vision/ it's come to far/ no one can help but listen/ because it's just so raw/ follow the yellow brick road to the wizard of oz/ --end chorus--/ I don't know how I do it/ I guess it runs in my blood/ I need to do it all by myself/ to make it to that level above/ set it in stone/ like a dog in heat I fight to keep'm throwing me a bone/ and people say I act so cold/ but I just wanna make it all on my own/ my father was an asshole so I guess I'm heir to the throne/ never settle for less/ that's what I've always been told/ stoppin's not an option/ I have to keep digging for gold/ making sure/ I secure/ what I have for my clones/ roaming around this earth feeling like I'm stuck in a zone/ swerving thru the cones/ never knowing which way I was going/ born to be tough/ never let my weakness be shown/ but I keep growing/ and these emotions they come and they go/ no knowing if I hold them how'd they bring me down so low/ but I gotta get up and get my feet on solid ground/ no one can stop this now/ it's time I establish my sound/ Chorus x2/ now/ I've made my decision/ what do I do next/ the anxiety is building along with this lump in my neck/ its hard for me to breath/ and even harder to rest/ these antihistamines/ I'm shivering as my palms start to sweat/ and I bet/ if I leave now/ I'll always regret/ what I came here to do in front of all of you/ but I can't let myself get down/ I gotta step on set/ and finally get/ a chance to put these skills to the test/ Chorus x2/
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