Sol - People lyrics

[Hook X 2] These people loving you But you ain't loving nothing Yeah you always saying something But you ain't loving nothing [Sol] Yeah Wake up and I brush my teeth Pack my sh** in f**in peace Never take 'em back again f** having these rapper friends I'mma run around the track and take over the map again Money changes everything, believe me I know firsthand Best friends, lost them, still I'm on my working man Feed me life or give me d**h, leave me right where I stand Bleedin' on the mic stand, something like the crucifix Sacrificed it all for life in the music biz Lick our thumbs and count the green Chase a thousand dreams Say the loudest things Faking like we proud as kings Almost famous when you break up with your queen Now you made it and now all these ladies laying in the sheets But it isn't enough, the feeling isn't filling you up Gun in the glove, breaking hearts while looking for love Writing your songs, thinking nothing is wrong Like you ain't know that you're not Like you ain't noticed that you're already gone [Hook X 2] Okay I know I said I've been supported Got my vision distorted Out here touring Making profit but I can't afford it The world is spinning, still I'm stuck in a moment Smoking all my problems 'cuz tomorrow isn't promised Probably lost it a long time ago, walking on molly moons Dancing with stars, you ever wonder who's watching you While you trying to f** Rihanna, like Pac would f** Madonna Well I'mma f** the world with no condom I'm no father but I'm raising these rappers, raising the bar, blazing paths Instead of rolling papers, you should go enroll in cla** Nothing holding you back, except the focus you lack There's so more to this world, than just blowing up and rap These people love you, that equals power I see it in the music, if you feel me turn me louder Am I talking to myself, saying something in the mirror Put together all my lyrics you might see my picture clearer Zilla [Hook X 2] Sometimes you gotta be alone That's why I bring the weed alone All week long, locked in the studio Calls from my girl to come home but I ain't moving on When you aiming high, everybody fall to the wayside If I die alone, the blame is mine I pray to based god, you hear me through the grape vine 'Cuz if not then what I'm living for My new religion is on the metronome Every song I perform, some like a diary White tears for my eyes with the heart in my sleep This city is lonely on top I say its sorta' in between I've been dreaming for years Feel like I talk in my sleep Sometimes I wake up on stage, bright light in my eyes I start writing [righting] my wrongs and reciting them live [Hook X 2]