Humble Pie by dat Brass

Must be nice
Getting yours
You need to swallow your pride if you want more
Have your cake
Eat it too
It’s hard to break off a piece
But crumbs will do
(Crumbs will do)

I'm certain I'm a mess
If I'm not certified fresh
Set aside the circus curtain
And I'm surely circumspect
I've been searching for assertions on every server on the net
But I skirt on the aspersions
They just serve to breed regret
Like a serpent in a circle that's been eaten to the neck
I know my sermon to my serfdom is repeated every set
Sertraline is surging through these arteries and yet
Are the trees that hard to see past all this wood I have to check?
Knock knock knock
Is this real life? Wasn't what I did expect
I didn't clock getting a living spitting rhymes from off the deck
While a roster of musicians hides my total lack of cred
An imposter that no hope or trying ever quite corrects
And if I never sign a juicy deal, I'll die with no regrets
Pinch me, prove it, is this real and if they ever sign a cheque
Make it out to Looby and my ego might ascend
My life feels like a movie got a right to see the end

• Drum & Bass
• Experimental
• Hip Hop
• Jazz
• Turntablism
• brass
• jazz
• London