[Verse 1 Guante] I know the fashion You act like you dont give a damn Minnesota nice, Minneapolis laid back, like This is so natural To step in front of stage lights, and on the wings of 50 strangers take flight Theyve got the posture of upper Midwesterners Who ignore the message and relate to the messengers Stay looking in the mirror for a martyr, right But I aint ever fit that everyman archetype I spark to life in darkness Drums like warclubs, every four bars a catharsis Sincerity, I keep it in my life I eat scenesters with late night pizza by the slice Spit out the iPhones, and mine shows Its easy to nod to the beats we rhyme on, and Music doesnt have to be more than just music But it can be So why not? [Hook x2 Claire de Lune] Your love, your sweat, your tears Your blood, your hopes, your fears If a song is just a song Then youre doing it, doing it, doing it wrong [Verse 2 Guante] Yo, Ive seen a shaman conjure spirits out of thin air With no label, cosigned, so you didnt care Ive seen a singer knee deep in the stage Ripping out her insides for the five people who paid Ive seen a set capsulate a whole city, just Too much beautiful, and not enough pretty for you Its true, Ive seen a whole lot of misery too So whos ankles would you want to break Ive seen em asking for sign, fall away For just 25 minutes and change, I see change It found me, wrapped round me, like a coccoon Listening, to emergic, listening, thats something new Thats music to me, not the background noise, but the current that we ride on Bet, they want rappers to sweat But Imma bleed out til the end of my song, come on [Hook x2 Claire de Lune] Your love, your sweat, your tears Your blood, your hopes, your fears If a song is just a song Then youre doing it, doing it, doing it wrong [Verse 3 Guante] Honestly, I dont give a damn about the weather Dont really care that you just broke up, that youre just broke Or that you dont know what to major in, or what to do with yourself when you grow up I dont give a damn about the weather Dont really care who won the big game, the teams are logos The players interchangeable, here for a season or two and then swept away, and hey I dont give a damn about the weather So before small talk is established, understand Theres a difference between happiness and joy Between friends and people you just chat with Between sadness and utter despair Between butterfly wings and doubt Theres a difference between weather and climate Look what we find ourselves talking about Your love, your sweat, your tears Your blood, your hopes, your fears If a song is just a song Youre doing it wrong Youre doing it wrong Youre doing it wrong
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