Dazjohn Bush
Self-Tapes
Rap Lyrics
God prepare me for the war
Comfort be the thing that'll make a king fall
Eyes on the Lord, gotta grip that blade of the sword
Tell me how you plan on gettin' swole if you don't ever get sore (hold up)
They say, DB, this ain't music for your car
If they jumpin' ship now, they was never on board
I got enemies, man they wanna see me on the floor
I got frenemies, couldn't even tell you who they are
If you're not driven by the mission, you'll be driven by the cars
Focused on what you been gettin' more than becomin' who you are
I tried to point 'em to the Sun, but why they callin' me a star?
Who woulda thought we set they minds free with these bars?
In this game, in this biz
Want the fame, want get rich
Comfort, everybody wantin' it
Never knew I could be lost in this
This my sophomore, gotta go hard
When the show over, no encore
I got enough but I want more, want more!