MOTTO

MOTTO - NF

Lyrics by：Tommee Profitt/Nate Feuerstein

Composed by：Tommee Profitt/Nate Feuerstein

I could write a record full of radio songs

Do a bunch of features that my label would love

Do a bunch of features that I don't even like

Just to build up the hype yeah

I could sell my house and move out to LA

Get inside of rooms with the biggest of names

Hire fifty people just to give me advice

On the way I should write

Oh God

Yeah sounds like a nightmare if you ask me

Yeah went from my bedroom to the big leagues

You know how many times that I was told things

Wouldn't work

But worked out havin' cold feet

Didn't keep me from success but delayed it some

I used to be the guy who'd kill to get a number one

I had to hear "That song's a hit" before I thought it was

But nowadays I don't really give a

What

Oh God

Yeah

Might catch me at the award show

Eatin' popcorn in the back row

Catchin' Zs with my hat low

No nominations but it's cool though

Oh God

You might see me in the same clothes

I had on last week am I ashamed

No

Yeah

You heard the sayin' "If it ain't broke

Don't fix it" that's my motto

Yeah I miss buyin' CDs at the store

And thumbin' through the cases tryin' to make a choice

Yeah

That don't make no sense to you

Well of course

See one man's inconvenience is another's joy

Wow wow how are you unemployed

Tellin' me to get a life

You should look at yours

Yup

Congratulations you can raise your voice

Hope you break both of your legs fallin' off your horse

Oh snap

This is the industry

Where it ain't how big you are it's how big you seem

Where people sacrifice the art tryin' to chase a dream

Then they wonder why they music's lackin' creativity

Oh yeah

Would've gave anything

To be respected by the artist I was listening

To but not no more them days are history

Skip the red carpet you lookin' for me

Oh God

Yeah

You might catch me at the award show