STARVING ARTIST Songtext
von Pertinence
STARVING ARTIST Songtext
How bad do you really want it?
I would give up everything
But I already lost it
10-4
I know I should call my father
Found out that she died
Never even saw the coffin
How bad do you really want it?
Baby blue eyes
Stained red by the profit
Loose mind
Scared I′m about to lose my conscious
Lose your appetite
Just another starving artist
The nonchalant bit, drop that shit
I know what you're wanting, kid
Parties in the mansion
And them windows with the 5%
Million dollar deals
Not included in the starter kit
Want bunnies at the crib
My man, ya isn′t David Copperfield
I know what your problem is
It's hard to find the mind to feel
When every day alive is like
You're jogging through a minefield
Read this, sign that
Make hits, contracts
Politics and podcasts
What would I be without
You know what?
How bad do you really want it?
I would give up everything
But I already lost it
10-4
I know I should call my father
Found out that she died
Never even saw the coffin
How bad do you really want it?
Baby blue eyes
Stained red by the profit
Loose mind
Scared I′m about to lose my conscious
Lose your appetite
Just another starving artist
Why do they call it blind faith?
I don′t need to see it to believe it
If you lose your way
Just take a look at where your feet been
Million-dollar imagination
Know I'm known for make-believing
Never face intimidation
I make haste of inconvenience
And although it hurts to say
All the mistakes I′d made of recent
Were from letting people stay
After the way they chose to treat me
Drove my soul out to L.A
But left my soul out there in Phoenix
What's the cost of rolling stones?
The fear of getting stuck in cement
And yes
I love that girl
But I′m on tour until Thanksgiving
And whenever I get home
I'll hit the road again ′til Christmas
Hard to keep the family close
When all you know is being distant
Know I oughta problem solve and sober up
But what's the difference?
What's the way to make it
In this risky, risky business?
I′ve been selfish and self-centered
I′ve been shameless and insistent
But the kicker is
I'd do it all again within an instant
Not for money, fame, or women
But to get to be Pertinence
Like
How bad do you really want it?
I would give up everything
But I already lost it
10-4
I know I should call my father
Found out that she died
Never even saw the coffin
How bad do you really want it?
Baby blue eyes
Stained red by the profit
Loose mind
Scared I′m about to lose my conscious
Lose your appetite
Just another starving artist
I would give up everything
But I already lost it
10-4
I know I should call my father
Found out that she died
Never even saw the coffin
How bad do you really want it?
Baby blue eyes
Stained red by the profit
Loose mind
Scared I′m about to lose my conscious
Lose your appetite
Just another starving artist
The nonchalant bit, drop that shit
I know what you're wanting, kid
Parties in the mansion
And them windows with the 5%
Million dollar deals
Not included in the starter kit
Want bunnies at the crib
My man, ya isn′t David Copperfield
I know what your problem is
It's hard to find the mind to feel
When every day alive is like
You're jogging through a minefield
Read this, sign that
Make hits, contracts
Politics and podcasts
What would I be without
You know what?
How bad do you really want it?
I would give up everything
But I already lost it
10-4
I know I should call my father
Found out that she died
Never even saw the coffin
How bad do you really want it?
Baby blue eyes
Stained red by the profit
Loose mind
Scared I′m about to lose my conscious
Lose your appetite
Just another starving artist
Why do they call it blind faith?
I don′t need to see it to believe it
If you lose your way
Just take a look at where your feet been
Million-dollar imagination
Know I'm known for make-believing
Never face intimidation
I make haste of inconvenience
And although it hurts to say
All the mistakes I′d made of recent
Were from letting people stay
After the way they chose to treat me
Drove my soul out to L.A
But left my soul out there in Phoenix
What's the cost of rolling stones?
The fear of getting stuck in cement
And yes
I love that girl
But I′m on tour until Thanksgiving
And whenever I get home
I'll hit the road again ′til Christmas
Hard to keep the family close
When all you know is being distant
Know I oughta problem solve and sober up
But what's the difference?
What's the way to make it
In this risky, risky business?
I′ve been selfish and self-centered
I′ve been shameless and insistent
But the kicker is
I'd do it all again within an instant
Not for money, fame, or women
But to get to be Pertinence
Like
How bad do you really want it?
I would give up everything
But I already lost it
10-4
I know I should call my father
Found out that she died
Never even saw the coffin
How bad do you really want it?
Baby blue eyes
Stained red by the profit
Loose mind
Scared I′m about to lose my conscious
Lose your appetite
Just another starving artist
Writer(s): Collin Stedman, Konstantin Ladurner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
