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deca - big time lyrics

[hook]
look at me
i’m doing things
i’m big time
i’m flat broke
troubadour
my head hurts
doing things
doing things

[verse 1: deca]
broke, stressed, hopeless, fresh out the ocean’s depths
overslept, woke up in a cold sweat, soaking wet
below the threshold, too breathed to get the full effects
and when the sun shines you can feel it in your solar plex-
(is) it all a dream?
(yes)
is it all in vain?
(no)
pulling out a brainchild with forceps is painful
think big, aim high, entertain angels
stay gold and disdainful of the “same old”
“he’s got a good song he’s got a certain style
every goddess on the planet wants to have his child”
thinking out loud, exhaling brown clouds
my guns go (machine gun fires)
your guns go pow pow
there not figurative, i don’t throw stones
i aim high and shoot holes in the ozone
i got big plans, to do big things
to spit pristine sixteens and live dreams

[hook]
look at me
the pipe dream
i’m doing things
my music bangs

(mmm… i’m deca one, yeah)

look at me
i’m doing things
i’m big time
i’m flat broke
troubadour
my head hurts
doing things
doing things

[verse 2: deca]
(ahh)
these sneak thieves trying to sn-tch what i got
i took the product off the table and put it back in my sock
take a page out my book, sign your name to the top
take the hand you hold the mic with and place it on the chopping block
i’ll lop it off, watch it drop and leak fluid
like your pop’s old buick, judas, first you gotta go through this
you gotta make sure your back’s strong, i did everything they glorify
in rap songs, made a fast buck, hubris, sp-ce drums
g-ssed up by an opportunist with a snake’s tongue
sounds dubious, catch her blowing kisses from a cutie’s lip
acting out scenes from a movie script
i play a man that overslept, woke up in a cold sweat
soaking wet and got dressed, grabbed his coat and left
by day he swallows pride and tries not to choke to death
by night he dreams little dreams in the ocean’s depths

[hook]
look at me
i’m pressing b-ttons
i’m doing things
my music bangs

(mmm… huh? yeah, yeah)

look at me
i’m doing things
i’m big time
i’m flat broke
troubadour
my head hurts
doing things
doing things

- deca lyrics

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