There's more to life than getting leg up and foot in the door I mean, I'd love more money, wouldn't we all? But putting cash over loved ones couldn't be more I could be flat broke, still wouldn't be poor And as for all the hard times that I guess should hurt I didn't skip a beat, still put my best foot first Wish I could talk about my fam But it wouldn't have worked Cause when the love's that strong, it can't be put into words Better songs, better grades Trying to be a better son, better brother, better mate And I've learned from mistakes and I don't know what I am But a part of that's knowing what you ain't And I ain't never put a dude down just for trying to catch his break Never gave shit based on the ways They'll never said I did it any other way than my own way At my own pace, with my own wrong terms, no brakes
Said I'm going to be somebody Knowing no one can stop me They can say what they say, just watch me And when I get [?] they know
And high school wasn't for me much, nah Most of my teachers swore I was fucked But then a couple had faith in me, helped me back up Probably never quite thank them enough But thanks to them, I'll be stepping on stage at my graduation Long way from walking train tracks from the station Riding the forty-five [?] street, in amazement Dedication, displayed on the walls Until I tried and wasn't able at all When naked little girls go on magazine covers Okay, but I grew up, now I'm all of six feet No more fucking around, it's uni courses and beats And what's important to me The now and knowing whatever will be will be
Said I'm going to be somebody Knowing no one can stop me They can say what they say, just watch me And when I get paid, they know Thanks to the love, we gave me The road up ahead don't faze me Looking before we come, it's crazy When I get [?] they know, you know
So, I live with aims to make the most of it when I know we'll never have this moment again Headphones on my head, board shorts on my legs Cigarette, note pad, and a pen Going back to them lunch smokes, weekend binges with my [?] In my [?] jeans, with my fringes to my chin Even before that, barely finished being kids When we give shit to the girls we interested in Growing up, soda bottles keep us entertained When I kept my cigarettes in my pencil case And couldn't wait until each 6th of September came [?] pick days of the calendar again And some mates went astray I love 'em, but things change, what can I say? You lay in the bed you make And I'm trying to make mine a king But life's now, so I slow down, take it all in
Said I'm going to be somebody Knowing no one can stop me They can say what they say, just watch me And when I get paid, they know Thanks to the love, we gave me The road up ahead don't faze me Looking before we come, it's crazy When I get [?] they know, you know