Now it seems I've been young, dug my hole in the groundTo me there's only up, there ain't no point in looking downHowever hard I try, I only get weakerSeems my lies and worries got my mind in a sleeper holdWhat you gotta do is never get yourself downBastards do that for you, get you deeper in the groundKeep out of trouble, ain't no trouble being pureSeems like all you bastards gave me something to ignore nowMove on, forget itNow move on, forget itWhen I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from hatersBecame invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radarAnd made for the stars, kept my grind in the darkAnd then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melodyHennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the blockWho said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guyWith my head in the skyEd Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to dieSo see the signs, stand to the sideOpen your eyes and take a look and realiseThe resurrection's arrivedAnd as the mist clears, homie I ariseFrom my tomb in disguiseI'm all alone, AlonestarUrban Angel rising from the ashesSurprising all haters, guiding, advising them all to steady moveNow back up!Move on, forget itNow move on, forget itAll I want in this cold world is to make music and use itNot to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of musicWho did it, who is it, who's in it, who ?what the fuck does it matter?Chitter chatter, don't matter, yidder, yidder, yadderIt don't matter to meAll I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freelyTo be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?Yeah, yeah, can you hear me?
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Now it seems I've been young, dug my hole in the ground
To me there's only up, there ain't no point in looking down
However hard I try, I only get weaker
Seems my lies and worries got my mind in a sleeper hold
What you gotta do is never get yourself down
Bastards do that for you, get you deeper in the ground
Keep out of trouble, ain't no trouble being pure
Seems like all you bastards gave me something to ignore now
Move on, forget it
Now move on, forget it
When I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar
And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark
And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody
Hennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the block
Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?
I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy
With my head in the sky
Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die
So see the signs, stand to the side
Open your eyes and take a look and realise
The resurrection's arrived
And as the mist clears, homie I arise
From my tomb in disguise
I'm all alone, Alonestar
Urban Angel rising from the ashes
Surprising all haters, guiding, advising them all to steady move
Now back up!
Move on, forget it
Now move on, forget it
All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who is it, who's in it, who ?what the fuck does it matter?
Chitter chatter, don't matter, yidder, yidder, yadder
It don't matter to me
All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely
To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, can you hear me?
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