Waiting In Line by Denace Lyrics
[Hook]
I don't wanna say my goodbyes
Cause dammit, I ain't even famous yet
But I guess it's time that I say my goodbyes
Dammit, I'm tired of waiting in this line
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
[Verse 1]
I've been at this, r-rap shit
Around 14 years, it took practice (whoops)
"Practice makes perfect", they all told me
But they never told me there's a chance I'll never make it
They never told me life would be this fuckin' difficult
They forgot to mention all the stress and ridicule
"You can be what you wanna be, little Dennis"
But little Dennis is big now, and sees the message
And the message seems clearer now, doesn't it?
This whole time I was lied to, you were bluffin' it!
And everything doesn't seem like what they painted (no)
Cause nothing's colorful here, my life is tainted
"I'm so sick of this hatred, I can't take it"
Ha, that's what you wanna hear, huh, ain't it?
You wanna hear me all depressed about your opinions
When I can give a fuck less about your feelings
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
This rap thing is making me a little anxious
Why? Cuz Gucci Mane and Soulja Boy are famous (whatever)
I got a name too, but to the world I'm nameless
Maybe I should rhyme a little more in layman's (yoohoo)
Or maybe I should have my little cousin (come here!)
Write me a song, and maybe then I'll get a buzz goin' (yeah)
So I think I'm callin' it quits
Either I'm too far behind or ahead of these pricks (bitch)
I feel like I just threw half my life away
I get compared like I just killed my wife today (ha)
What do I need to do to gain some respect? (what?)
Some recognition that I'm actually great at rap? (I am)
Do I gotta wear chains and dance like I'm stupid? (just do it)
Teach people how to Dougie and just say fuck music?
Write my rhymes with crayons in a coloring booklet?
Or should I just do the Stanky Leg, and limp away from this new shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Wow, I'm the hottest thing out since Twilight
But they don't know me yet
I don't even have a spotlight
I'm in the back, waving my hands
But no one sees me
And when I say I'm one of the best
No one believes me
Maybe my ego got the best of me, maybe
But if you listen to the radio
You'll know I'm not crazy
And everything I say makes sense, doesn't it?
I love hip hop when these outsiders are just lusting it
Waka Flocka Lame, that's his new name
If you don't like that, then you need a new brain
Don't speak to me, you're talkin' that gibberish
And plus you're white with a grill, that's just ridiculous
And you, the lonely nerd behind the pc
About to post some bad comments about my CD
Lick my ass after I'm done takin' a shit
And let's see you dance with me without breakin' a hip
[Hook]
I don't wanna say my goodbyes
Cause dammit, I ain't even famous yet
But I guess it's time that I say my goodbyes
Dammit, I'm tired of waiting in this line
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
Just leave me alone (will you please!?)
[Verse 1]
I've been at this, r-rap shit
Around 14 years, it took practice (whoops)
"Practice makes perfect", they all told me
But they never told me there's a chance I'll never make it
They never told me life would be this fuckin' difficult
They forgot to mention all the stress and ridicule
"You can be what you wanna be, little Dennis"
But little Dennis is big now, and sees the message
And the message seems clearer now, doesn't it?
This whole time I was lied to, you were bluffin' it!
And everything doesn't seem like what they painted (no)
Cause nothing's colorful here, my life is tainted
"I'm so sick of this hatred, I can't take it"
Ha, that's what you wanna hear, huh, ain't it?
You wanna hear me all depressed about your opinions
When I can give a fuck less about your feelings
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
This rap thing is making me a little anxious
Why? Cuz Gucci Mane and Soulja Boy are famous (whatever)
I got a name too, but to the world I'm nameless
Maybe I should rhyme a little more in layman's (yoohoo)
Or maybe I should have my little cousin (come here!)
Write me a song, and maybe then I'll get a buzz goin' (yeah)
So I think I'm callin' it quits
Either I'm too far behind or ahead of these pricks (bitch)
I feel like I just threw half my life away
I get compared like I just killed my wife today (ha)
What do I need to do to gain some respect? (what?)
Some recognition that I'm actually great at rap? (I am)
Do I gotta wear chains and dance like I'm stupid? (just do it)
Teach people how to Dougie and just say fuck music?
Write my rhymes with crayons in a coloring booklet?
Or should I just do the Stanky Leg, and limp away from this new shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Wow, I'm the hottest thing out since Twilight
But they don't know me yet
I don't even have a spotlight
I'm in the back, waving my hands
But no one sees me
And when I say I'm one of the best
No one believes me
Maybe my ego got the best of me, maybe
But if you listen to the radio
You'll know I'm not crazy
And everything I say makes sense, doesn't it?
I love hip hop when these outsiders are just lusting it
Waka Flocka Lame, that's his new name
If you don't like that, then you need a new brain
Don't speak to me, you're talkin' that gibberish
And plus you're white with a grill, that's just ridiculous
And you, the lonely nerd behind the pc
About to post some bad comments about my CD
Lick my ass after I'm done takin' a shit
And let's see you dance with me without breakin' a hip
[Hook]