Big Time - Deca

Look at me

I’m doing things

I’m big time

I’m flat broke

Troubadour

My head hurts

Doing things

Doing things

Broke, Stressed, Hopeless, Fresh out the Ocean’s depths

Overslept, woke up in a cold sweat, soaking wet

Below the threshold, too breathed to get the full effects

And when the sun shines you can feel it in your solar plex-

(Is) it all a dream?

(yes)

Is it all in vain?

(no)

Pulling out a brainchild with forceps is painful

Think big, aim high, entertain angels

Stay gold and disdainful of the «same old»

«He's got a good song he’s got a certain style

Every goddess on the planet wants to have his child»

(Wow)

Thinking out loud, exhaling brown clouds

My guns go

Your guns go pow pow

They’re not figurative, I don’t throw stones

I aim high and shoot holes in the ozone

I got big plans, to do big things

To spit pristine sixteens and live dreams

Look at me

The pipe dream

I’m doing things

My music bangs

(Mmm… I’m Deca One, Yeah)

Look at me

I’m doing things

I’m big time

I’m flat broke

Troubadour

My head hurts

Doing things

Doing things

(Ahh)

These sneak thieves trying to snatch what I got

I took the product off the table and put it back in my sock

Take a page out my book, sign your name to the top

Take the hand you hold the mic with and place it on the chopping block

I’ll lop it off, watch it drop and leak fluid

Like your pop’s old Buick, Judas, first you gotta go through this

You gotta make sure your back’s strong

I did everything they glorify in rap songs

Made a fast buck, hubris, space drums

Gassed up by an opportunist with a snake’s tongue

Sounds dubious, catching blown kisses from a cutie’s lip

Acting out scenes from a movie script

I play a man that overslept, woke up in a cold sweat

Soaking wet and got dressed, grabbed his coat and left

By day he swallows pride and tries not to choke to death

By night he dreams little dreams of the Ocean’s depths

Look at me

I’m pressing buttons

I’m doing things

My music bangs

(Mmm… Huh? Yeah, Yeah)

Look at me

I’m doing things

I’m big time

I’m flat broke

Troubadour

My head hurts

Doing things

Doing things