M.C. Frontalot - Salieri (ft MC Frontalot & Louis Logic) lyrics

[Verse 1: Adam WarRock] Picture me rolling on a set of twenty-fours Picture me laughing like I got no remorse See me composing the perfect song (yeah) The perfect chorus; pictures of me hung over the front door Cause my fingers they streak and they dance Shake and advance the feelings inside of every word (yes) Every utterance; never shook for a bit Never stuttered kid (no) I steered into the stormy weather after the rudder split My head was filled with ideas Man I'm gonna be big some day Any day now, any minute now, any second Any millisecond Any quantum of time; just waiting for God Or the universe come to step in Maybe music can save me Maybe nothing can Maybe nobody as great as me; the suffering Maybe it leads to a place we can be brothers and Maybe that's why all the kids are screaming "Wolfgang" [Hook: Louis Logic] And this thing it tears you apart And this thing it tears into your heart When they don't care when they don't care When the music stops and you're left All alone in the dark [Verse 2: M.C. Frontalot] Picture me settling for old age; a gold cage Polite applause from aristocratic no-names More likely flame out; age of twenty-seven Creditors in mourning, crying women with the legend Of the Wolfgang Amadeus Never could escape the little But I'll step out of my cradle Leaking symphonies like spittle I be tearin' up the circuit showin' off the fancy finger-work Never seen his likeness yet, another king observed And I'm a gird myself for accolades Flirt with all the duchesses wonder why they misbehave Wander through the colonnade sign a couple autographs Laugh a composition out; this is like an epitaph To all the music ever writ before I hit the harpsichord Before I ever gave the people what their hearts adored Salieri scribbling un-echoing diminished fifths Take my requiem and notice how it's effortless [Hook] [Verse 3: Adam WarRock] Picture me rocking on a chair on my porch Picture me broken after my third divorce Pictures torn and left stranded and strewn across the floor Picture me when I'm not a picture anymore The portrait of an artist as a young man, no mam I never wrote Ulysses, I never wanted to I couldn't sit still long enough And so I chose to make the stuff I thought you Might wanna hear With this pen in my hand I've been damned Since the first breath that I took The first song that I sung, to no one And the last song that I sing Will be to the same number of people Who ever even cared that I wrote some Back in the day I used to be big (yeah) Used to be someone, used to be something more Than the shell that you see They used to speak my name with the same Reverence they use for his (yes) And so they called me "Salieri" [Hook]