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This one is a little more personal than the other ones thus far. "Failure" reaches from deep down inside and brings out emotions that are very relative to almost anybody. TR touches on some of his feelings of not being where he wants to be at this part of his life. Joined by Super Producer Bam Bam "The Influence", "Failure" reveals the 1st Collaboration of the "52 Weeks" project.
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Verse 1:
I'm a failure, I'm a slacker, I'm a poser, I'm an actor/ I should work harder, I should go harder, I should be more motivated as a Father/ all I ever hear is how I got so much potential, lack of work ethic, got my ass with no credentials/ nothing in my name, I don't own shit, and rap pays shitty, but I chose this/ like a rat in a maze, looking for the cheese, got the pressure of the world watching over me/ what's my next move, I'm a Vet too, so I can't seem unsure like the rest do/ suck it up boy, that's something you gotta get thru, and how you feel don't mean shit, when the rents due/ confidence, is a Fasaud to impress you,...under it all man, TR got some issues/
Hook:
I've been wasting time, watching my days slip away/ too scared to try, cuz I don't wanna fail/
I gotta change, I gotta change/ but is it too late for me,....is it too late for me/
Verse 2:
I'm a failure, I'm a slacker,...I'm a poser,...I'm an actor/ jump around from different jobs, like a acrobat, its like the gene, to succeed, I was lacking that/ damn its 12:00 o'clock, shit I overslept, what happened to my clock, am I going deaf/ got a message from my neighbors next door, complaining bout the alarm, and the way that I snore damn/ lazy black nigga, at it again, so I pick myself up, though I'd rather stay in/ 3 hours late, to my job, so they look at me funny, ain't even pack a lunch, I can't cook, so I'm hungry/ ain't got no lunch money, I'm too proud to beg, and life hitting me harder than, 2 fouls to give/...bout to go up on the roof, by the ledge, I wanna end it all, should I choose out a bridge/........these just thoughts in brain, I'm tortured wit pain, a moth to a flame/....I'm attracted to these broads and the fame,..if I don't stop, then I'll be forced in my grave/ a man before God, a God amongst Men, though at times, I'm naive, like a child, without sin/ but I try,...hoping that my life will unveil, a success, over time, though the signs, say I'll fail/
Hook:
I've been wasting time, watching my days slip away/ too scared to try, cuz I don't wanna fail/
I gotta change, I gotta change/ but is it too late for me,....is it too late for me/
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