Rot Away Written By: G
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Rot Away Written By: G. Crawford Nothin’ but a writer with a beat and a rhyme and a rapper kind of mind that’s all I am Never match that with the clothes I rack cuz I think it’s irrelevant if the music jams Never gonna be a Lil Wayne or a Drake, Jay-Z, Kanye or an Eminem either Just gonna be me as real as documentaries call it Big Hush Theater Mobile phone on my hip if you want to give a call and pick apart my brain I’ll tell you this mainstream music’s one part cool and four parts lame Big names get a big ego and a big posse that can only say yes Just so the chain stays on that chest and self-esteem will not drop any less Doesn’t take a brainy-ack to do the math on that take it back to a decade replay You can see those artists looking like a doggone dog in the middle of the freeway Leave me with a couple of mil a microphone and a booth and I’m out of your hair Never bother you again but I’m going to swear that I’ll come back around like a county fair (Chorus) Well if you really feel it then you’re gonna really get it Long as you just really want it (really want it, really want it) If you really feel it then you’re gonna really get it Long as you just really want it (really want it, really want it) If you have to be told what is really hot then it really ain’t hot So just let it rot, rot, rot away If you have to be told what is really hot then it really ain’t hot So just let it rot, rot, rot away I’m the kind of man that believes in being yourself the uniqueness cannot beat this I’m gonna die hard with a vengeance cuz originality does not hold weakness If you get you from imitation then you ain’t nothing but a doctor’s patient Getting worked on til your long gone while the doc plays golf at a pond funded by your payment To deep? Well let me put it this way, be yourself, keep your dough Stop giving out the big bucks just to copy somebody on a tv show Know what I mean, or am I crazy? Speak if I’m getting out of line here y’all If you want to put in a formal complaint take it down to the city hall (Chorus) I hope you’re getting the message I hope you’re getting the picture I hope you let it just rot away I hope you’re getting the message I hope you’re getting the picture I hope you let it just rot, rot, rot away Double up a couple triple A’s put ‘em back in my back real fast where the plastic flap’s at And I’ll have energy to mash a rat-pack you point me at a track I’ll be glad to smash that Just do what I do with no interruptions from pop-cult influence I hate to break it to you but you must be truant if you didn’t know that’s the way I do it Take a tip from the quiet one and be proud to holla out on your own opinions Get a peep here of my own dominion and dance to the drum like a wild injun Anytime I say what’s on my noodle some people think I’m seeing choppers But I’m all leveled out like a pop-up I’m just hype like I’m not the father (Chorus) (Chorus) Texas Livin’ Written By: G. Crawford & G. LaPaglia | Guitar solo by J. Turner Big Hush Down south, cool people, friendly unless you cross lines You put us over that fault-line we’ll put you in that all pine So just relax, enjoy this cuz Texas is a paradise We love watching that sunset and love sipping that Parrot Ice Whata-size on everything see bigger is the best way We’re trying to get to more bread than a Brookshire Brothers grocery And I stay down here in this city known as B-Town I’m real close to A&M, that Aggieland, that “Whoop!” sound Study it up on the Lone Star if this is all just foreign We bring that art like Mozart if it ain’t ours then it is boring Flooring this, swangin’ that, work for them and then make a stack Non-fiction I’m only fact that’s why I make these Texas tracks (Chorus x2) It’s one for the money and it’s two for the show Three for the coast that I call my home This is Texas Livin’, This is Texas livin’ G-Bird Well it’s Mr. Third Coast baby reppin’ like a flag And I’m ballin’ like a pro though I sure don’t mean to brag I’ve got life by the boaches and I’m paid by the state Texas plates on my Tundra so no “scrapin plates” See the thing about this state, it’s a straight frame of mind Get your dreams on the rise, having faith like you’re blind Make a memory every minute live it up like I’m dying Empty out that bucket list staying steady with the trying Got a cannon in the truck so I can straight Jurassic Park Keep a heater up in front just in case they want to start It’s a Texan way to be taking pride in our home Shinin’ rides, reppin’ sets and maybe grippin’ on the chrome (Chorus) Dewski Guitar Break (Chorus) Let Morning Deal With That Written By: G. Crawford (Chorus) It’s 4 o’clock I’ve gotta get up at 6 I need to get me some rest but I don’t know what that is I can’t make strides if I’m laid out on my back It’s gonna hurt in the morning but I’ll let morning deal with that I’m living in the late-night trying to get my work done listen to the tick-tock 25 past 1 Calling it my last one but it won’t be, I can already see I’ll be up past 3 Cuz the grind won’t sleep, won’t take breaks sunrise gonna meet me wide awake I fight to make my brain keep functioning eventhough it feels like sane I’m in I’m past that point of midnight oil, if I don’t work I don’t eat and what I’ve got will spoil Chugging down caffeine breathing on a third wind, understanding that I’m gonna be hurting When I clock in at the paycheck-maker eyes looking like a painted fan for the Raiders If you want it then get dedicated to it, no sleep max-pain and you push right through it (Chorus x2) Day-to-day life gets so mundane I love my weekends, hate Mondays And some may say that it’s not so bad man I got to applaud ‘em cuz I don’t understand that If I found one stack it wouldn’t be enough for me to escape and hang my timecard up Gonna take a few of those and they don’t come quick money’s not automatic and I don’t drive stick The way I make due is to make this music God gave me a gift and I’m gonna use it Hog these nights and I drag ‘em out long falling asleep to the loop of a song Gonna wake up with a pain in my neck and my back & my head & my eyes but it’s worth all of that I glance at the time man it moves so fast, 4 o’clock now so there’s no turning back (Chorus x2) I pour it all out til the early morning, then I find some more to give Dig down deep and grab the fire, send it out straight through my pen Life is short don’t hesitate, put what you love above all else Tired or not you’ll do your job and that old man will still get his wealth (Chorus x2) Suite 513 Written By: G. Crawford Hey there what’s your name, bud? What’s up I go by Big Hush Well damn man you wrecked the stage, you had it live inside this club Thank you man I appreciate it, you look like someone that I’ve met You’ve probably seen my billboards, out on the highway, headed west? That’s it, that’s where it’s from, the “World Famous Music Guru” Well that’s just a nickname but yeah it sums up what I could do Anyway I like your style I think you’re what this music needs I’ve got a company under me that could put you on easy street Ok well I’m listenin’ this sounds like somethin’ pretty good I’m open mind but I haven’t signed, just so we’re both understood Oh I get it but this is business not for this little public scene Come downtown on Monday morning to this address, Suite 513 (Chorus) I’m the biggest game in town and I’ve got all the connects Everything is done in house I can sign all of your checks I’ve got big plans for you and it’s really quite a vision Only thing you’ve gotta do is follow all of my decisions I can promise you the world, cars, women, fame and wealth But you need to make some changes to some things about yourself See you told me that you’re hungry well I’m offering a meal So tell me what’s your name again and do we have a deal? Hi there, may I help you sir? Yes ma’am I’m here to see your boss Ok well you just have seat, give me your name and I’ll make the call Well hey there, champ! You made it early, that’s ok Carol I’ve got this one Big Hush you just come follow me we’ll talk some numbers and get this done Ok I’m down to see what’s up and so far color me impressed This nice place has nice views, it’s all you if I had to guess Yeah I’ve done ok with this but let me get down to the point I think you’re great, you have the skill but that image man is out of joint I look at you and I don’t see rap, major labels won’t see that either What I see is a country boy or something like “Leave It To Beaver” Let me stop you right here and now, this is me and I will not change Whoa Big Hush, calm down, just hear me out and what I’ve got to say (Chorus) It’s like this, I’ll be real honest sir I thank you for the time But if you plan to change anything about me then you’re way behind Big Hush? Nah there’s no discussion I know you’re big and have connections But if I compromise for money then I couldn’t look at my reflection What if I give you a bonus 50k just free and clear? Follow me and trust me one album and one tour this year Nah my man it will not happen and this could be my mistake It’s time to go I’ll find the door and if I blow up it’ll be my way (Chorus) Get A Picture Written By: G.