Last night the sky's turned purple, and past lives in light tunnels, Light tunnels, In the back of a town car, starin' at myself in a tux, Maneuverin' through the people out front, Police barricade, orange cones and we're stuck, Twenty minutes late and my manager blowin' me up, Security guard in the garage at the entrance, We rolled down the window and showed him our credentials
Turrell flash the pass and he let's us continue, Metal detectors, phone booths and reception, I should be grateful this my nine to five, I walk into the green room, alright, alright
I get on YouTube tryna learn how to tie on my tie, Fuck it, I'll wear the bolo tonight, night, night
I probably shouldn't have done the drugs I've done, A couple of days ago, detox son, I forgot my belt at the hotel, Fuck, now my team all scramblin' to help, this sucks, I need somethin' to cope, ain't nothin' to cope, I eat a banana and I drink a cup of throat coat
I wish I had the homies with me here but nope, Most of the artists that I know don't get invited to this show
Becuz success to them determines our value, The make-up, the power, hairspray, perfume, make-up and powder
The ratin's come down to who's popular now in the song in the hour, Knock at the door, I let them in, hair and make up now, red carpet in ten, She covers up my freckles, concealer on my chin, I look orange but she swears that it's natural with my skin
The show is startin', they take me to my seat, Walk in the arena, feel the ego of elites, Like the whole industry is starin' at me, A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and B
Last night the sky's turned purple and, Past lives in light tunnels, Light tunnels, So that's who we are, Just like the stars, Shine your light on, Shine your light on
Curtain opens up, host walks out, We stand in unison and applaud real loud, I watch the other people that have been around for a while, Just excited I got invited, feelin' cool in the crowd
Thinkin' such and such is bold, look at such and such's gold, Damn, such and such in real life, looks really fuckin' old
Such and such is fine, she's with such and such, oh! I'm here but I'm barely even watchin' the show
cuz tonight we toast to our accomplishments, Insecurity dressed up as confidence, I said tonight we toast to our accomplishments, Insecurity dressed up as confidence
An award is given out, commercial, re-set the scene, They keep sayin', Comin' up soon is the Biebs.
Watch celebrities take selfies with celebrities, It feels so make believe, They want the gossip, they want the drama, They want Britney Spears to make out with Madonna
They want Kanye to rant and to go on longer, cuz that equates to more dollars
They want talkin' topics, they want trendin' topics, They want outfits to be outlandish, they want sideways glances
Beef and problems, they want nipple slips, cuz they live for clips, this is economics
So we Botox our skin and we smile for the camera, Might as well get a new nose while we're at it
This is America insecurity's our fabric, And we wear it and we renamed it fashion
I look to my right, there's a cameraman snappin', Picture after picture after sister after sister
Of the line of Kardashians, mind so distracted, Realized there's an ovation and everyone's clappin'
Last night the sky's turned purple and, Past lives in light tunnels, Light tunnels, So that's who we are, Just like the stars, Shine your light on, Shine your light on
It's just weird when the camera's on you, Gotta remember to still clap if I lose, I see myself up on the screen, Split into five different artists on TV
And just look normal, don't get turned into a meme, Relax, breathe
And the award goes to, Macklemore and Ryan Lewis, Me, There's a stranger holdin' my award
I give her an awkward hug she says. It's yours, Think I'm supposed to kiss her on the cheek
Man, I should have prepared an acceptance speech, Do I talk first? Is it Ryan? Is it me?
Fuck it, I'll take the lead, grab the mic, say my piece, Do I look at camera one? Do I look at camera three?
I promise, I'm honored, I'd like to thank God, my mamma and father, I'd like to thank Tricia, the mother of my daughter
I couldn't have done it without you all in my corner, Especially the fans, been here since the beginnin'
Supported the music, allowed us to be independent, And I know, I shouldn't be long-winded
Wait, hold up, don't play the music, let me finish, This feels so narcissistic, dressed as a celebration to conceal it's a business
Me, me, me, my, my image, my, my songs, my self interest, One big reality show that is scripted, And I can keep tryin' or get off the competition, I'd rather run out of my fifteen minutes
Than have life past me by and I forget to live it, But that doesn't mean retirement, But I don't like who I am in this environment, I forgot what this art's for
I didn't get through Freshman year to drop out as a Sophomore, Here I am in this arena, yeah, I'm scared
I got the people's attention, don't wanna lose it here, Thinkin' about my career, miserable here
But wanna make sure I'm invited next year, To the same damn party, celebrities and isle
Same blank stares, same fake smiles, Same big budget production, I know now who I am when the lights go out and it falls down
And the curtain closes, nobody notices, Wanted to throw up the Roc, wanted to be Hova
Wanted to be Wayne with the accent from the NOLA, Thought I'd feel better when the award show was over
But I guess I showed up late, Almost got cut off when they closed the gate, Just in time, what will I say?
Time to explain this unruly mess I've made, Ay, I guess I showed up late, Almost got cut off when they closed the gate
Just in time, what will I say? Time to explain this unruly mess I've made
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