Chase Moore - REM Cycle lyrics

[Verse 1] My soul is a grain of sand My flow is a plane that lands, in an ocean of waving hands They soak game, like a boat with a hole in it Until they in over their head Cause they needed a moment to take it in Go 'head... they look for enemies and might've found 'em There's no serenity in my surroundings But I'm trying to find a balance Not every pebble thrown, serves as a stepping stone Let 'em be, I'm climbing mountains Watch me blow this cloud, but I'm high without it So fly, I'm in a spider's web of lies trying to climb up out it I wonder why they doubted Holding this weapon disguised as talent Pulling out, treat 'em like the trends that they dying out with Life's a challenge, what I have found is: I don't feel right about it 'til I write about it And every line could supply an outage If what I've amounted, to Doesn't add up to what I've accounted, for... No matter what the why or how is Goes to show, we could only be as close as time allowed us Inspire thousands MC painting Escher on airwaves Ascending staircases and finding out they spiral downwards Life's a b**h but I'll die without her So I wifed her and brought expired flowers to the bridal shower Said I'm fine without her, tied her down Siphoned power from inside her Pulling from within what I desire outward I heard… [Hook] They fall in love with the dreamer don't they? They fall in love with the dreamer don't they? How can they fall if they already laying down? Forgive them all cause they sleeping… X2 [Verse 2] I don't blame 'em though To be quite honest, I often question what I came here for Pursuing fast money, I need to take it slow But I overplay the cards I'm dealt to see that paper fold Friends think I fell off… fans think I fell off… I left the country, got back, then left the state, my cell's off I ain't talking battles when I talk about an L, dawg Homie lost 50 racks, got it back and brushed himself off Only speak about it in code, this ain't no tell all You eavesdropping my thoughts, excuse me if I trail off Nobody in my clique is well off Some put regular life above music, hell naw! We say the same words but the language is different How can we talk about music? We don't have the same relationship with it You can tell the way I've been sprinting You putting one foot in front of the other, maybe I'm tripping This is escapism, I'm past blown My pen paints vivid as an x-ray image so where's your backbone? I'm trying to be the poster boy for progress Watching homies falling off thinking I'm next And that's what really f**s with me When those I looked up to, start looking up to me When the bigger picture that I see in them Melts away with self restraint, it's up to me again [Hook] [Outro] "The career I have chosen is laden with opportunity Yet fraught with heartbreak and despair And the bodies of those who have failed were they piled one atop another Would cast it's shadow down upon all the pyramids of the earth Yet I will not fail as the others For in my hands I now hold the charts that will guide me through perilous waters To shores that only yesterday seemed but a dream" (Quote by O.G. Mandino, "The Greatest Salesman in the World")