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holden stephan roy - you da man, cuz lyrics

test, test on this motherf+cking life
is this sh+t even f+cking working?
yo
i really hope this is recording though
ah, another f+cking day

(verse 1)
i been feeling a kind of way
every little bit of my soul’s frayed
it aches, this ain’t the regular pain
this the everything out of reach
unless you give in to their way
play their game, cuz everything resonates
once the hurricane blow them away
shhhhh, silence less the frail
hear tales about their stale flow
mainstream hopes with static growth
sound like those who come befo’
see what’s live yet they forget who came befo’
forget how many steadily quoting
the woes, tangible and with a focus on what’s
relateable, to most. they don’t see me though
the debt that cradle those, dreams so inescapable
quality hope is planning for more than the noose end of the rope
okily dokily and it ghosts into smoke
potent enough to make an og choke
broke as a joke to you don’t even know
can you really really row this boat?
(chorus)
critical mass, one day you’re supposed to look back, just laugh
instead it’s f+ck that, bust back, smack em with facts
fact is, immaculate’s an adjective, is you really that?
a silent laugh, smile and dap you like you da man
said you da man
you da man, cuz
said you da man

(verse 2)
whateva happens when ya past stand up to haunt ya
flaunt ya, rotten, awful questionable, once drawn to
behaviours with flavours unsavoury and it’ll cost ya
statute of limitations is not a canadian construct
and reputation degradation is monstrous
for every affront they levy direct assaults
perhaps it’s all in my noggin, the line gerrymandered
so constant, redrawn so often, i lay down, caught up
on who i am, study every memory flash, i draw my own
line in the sand, i have no respect for the man, i was
and so i’ve become more than scum
i grind until the pain goes numb, and my soul finds freedom

(chorus)
critical mass, one day you’re supposed to look back, just laugh
instead it’s f+ck that, bust back, smack em with facts
fact is, immaculate’s an adjective, is you really that?
a silent laugh, smile and dap you like you da man
said you da man
you da man, cuz
said you da man
(verse 3)
human limits outdone, succumbing
to the wondrous depth of unf+cking one’s sense of love
learning all about trust and building bridges from ashpiles
and dust, feeling rusty and then those feelings erupt
opinions like assh0l+s, something fun to f+ck
i grind like my life depends on the outcome
generational wealth is an option, for some
fortunately i can build sums for my children
obstacles run my senses dumb
literature causes understanding, but frustration
turns me into a schmuck, compassion and empathy
aren’t synonymous, there are many routes to run
and the most common is to indulge in apathy from the jump
like something about your early 30’s leaves us f+cking stuck
and it f+cking sucks, like enough is f+cking enough
lets make it erupt, montreal what’s up? can i get a
little humility since none of us really brought the city up
altruism lost for the what can you do for me chumps
pay to play baby, all numbers no buzz, roi is what?
negative perceptions amuck, eclectic rush
imagine teaming up instead of collective nothing
squad over money, employment over acting funny

- holden stephan roy lyrics

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