Sam Rose - Searching

Yeah we got serpents with idle tongues
And we been swerving to look so smug
But we don't go the experience that we
Long for so much
Because we're searching
Yeah, yeah, we're searching
I said we're searching
Yeah, yeah we're searching
Yeah we're searching for a place to put our hearts at end of day
Kicking off the Vans and just converse with no lackluster hey
Look a gift horse in the mouth and you'll be gifted
The privelege
Of knowing what it's like to be lifted
Onto a pedestal
Like an edible
When I hear my lyrics I'm feeling like
Mr. Incredible
Graduate in medical
And went to work for Federal
Cuz I get the cheese like unsafe sex
From Boise I'm up next
But the blind like a bet
You think I'm new at this but my f-bombs a war vet
And warn like a war vest
It's no wonder I don't know
Where to look right
Cuz the way that I live I can't
See without a searchlight
The party mode is lighting up the dancefloor
It's pretty tight
Until you're in the hospital with
Metal lungs to breathe at night
Growing up
I was never the kid to pick the fight
But the backhanded compliments
Are one helluva plight
So I guess I'm still searching for a fan base
I mean I got a couple people from homebase
And that's great
But the question is
Will they really be there
At the end of day
And are they gonna be here to stay
Cuz in the past it never really worked out that way
They were here for a minute
Or for suspicious means to elate
Guess they could never relate to the fact I feel I need headspace
I guess it could be my fault but that's okay
I just hope I find my people before it's too late
Yeah we got serpents with idle tongues
And we been swerving to look so smug
But we don't go the experience that we
Long for so much
Because we're searching
Yeah, yeah, we're searching
I said we're searching
Yeah, yeah we're searching
What am I looking for these days
What am I searching for in these lays
I think a little bit of me wants the dates
But not a lot of me wants an empty plate
Cuz sure sometimes
It's a nice sweet escape
But the loneliness will not eliminate
So I turn on the fog light to examine the laminate
Hoping that I make to the next birthday cake cuz at this point
It's an everyday battle miss the days when dad say
Saddle up gang but
I don't miss the fight of a paddle
Cuz it's like Schitt's Creek but a good sitcom
I remember thinking rap was a bit farm
And always thought I wouldn't miss harm but so far
I need a life change so
I'm searching like a new car
To renovate my food bar
Underneath my hood's smarts
Rapping ain't a hood larp
A lifestyle I push hard
In own way to say I made it
Rapping twenty four and seven days
And I still got a lot to go
But I'm waiting for the day I don't remember Satan
Like he's gone
And there's food
On my plate
And I'm not trying to be vacant and that ain't very blatant
I just hope to pray to god
That I never chase the bacon
And you don't have to listen to me but respect what I'm saying
I been rapping before I was eight and
Yeah I couldn't wait to graduate
Until the time came and I hadn't finished being friends with the people
But they were done with me
So I'm digging me a deep hole
Where no one can bother me
Or hit me with the evil
I been feeling like I'm an ice cold Sneasel
But I persevere 'til I'm revered
So never fear
On the page crying tears
Can't even finish that last one

Written by:
Samuel Rose

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