Soaring by Trebor Lyrics
Verse 1
I have nothing to fall back on at this time
The only thing propelling me are my fucking rhymes
What’s the point of a fucking leap if I have no faith?
What’s the point of my fucking plate if there is nothing at stake?
Fed up with submitting every single assignment late
Always just sitting here ending up on that procrastinate
But really school just ain’t for me
I think that I’ve proved enough that I can write in English
Mess around with the alphabet
And I didn’t have to pay tens of thousands in tuition
I won’t settle for a regular job
I won’t settle for a 9 to 5
I’d rather blow my mind with 9
Fuck it. Go out like Cobain
Or find a flow that makes me go insane
Hope I can share some dope and relieve my pain
Hook
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Verse 2
If you never made it, I want you to try again
Hide all the Henicken
Hop on a fucking document
I refuse to let go on this dream
19 almost moving onto 20
I have plenty of days ahead of me
But I treat everyday like it’s my last
That’s why I try to out write what I write every night
I might
Go insane
Trying to claim that life of fame
Always wanted to entertain
Ever since that age of eight
Now there’s no more stopping
No longer afraid!
Will I fail?
Only time will tell
But I’m here to prove the clock wrong
Cause I’m holding on to this mic tight like a python
This my story, my thoughts, my time to talk, my song
What other kid do you know asks for notepads
On his wish list for christmas?
My real early shit was just garbage
Years passing by
I saw my shit was evolving
So while my ass was staying smaller
My rhymes books were stacking taller
Writing slicker
Spitting quicker
Getting sicker
But I’d hide all my prizes inside like a Niffler
I’m here so you can remember the name Trebor
In a creative writing club all I would ever do is rap
I knew I was on to something when the kids actually clapped
Had questions asked like “How do you even do that”
Sometimes even laughed
At my 8th grade punchlines
My flow’s like the ocean
Go and write for every emotion
This is my moment
So I’m going for the fucking hit
Hook
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Verse 3
If I ain’t defying the odds then my life is flawed
Want it so bad got my claws out
Got a close hit
Tryna blow up like an explosive
Ain’t aiming less than being one of the GOATs
I know I ain’t supposed to boast like this
But when I hear top dogs ghost wrote shit
Makes me want to type until I have cramped up fingertips
Trying to find a perfect fit in the game
Like I tailored it
Ripping the mic out the hands of these frauds
I’m too swift
Call it what you want
I call it passion
Studying from the masters
And come back with an ass whooping
And rap faster than the blue bastard collecting rings
Makes my ass heat up hotter
Than a pot of lava
Lyrical acrobatics
Packing as many syllables as I can on a damn track
Never running out of breath no asthmatic
You can shove a whole Bachelor up your ass while laughing
Tryna to go far with the talent
Fuck failing when your comparisons pale in juxtaposition to me
But actually
You can take the back seat
I’m driving and I’ll run over anyone who gets in my way
Grinding to place myself on the map
Minding my own business it’s just me and my tracks
Down in the underground
But want my head up in the clouds
Slowly growing my wings
Flowing showing my sting
When I write I’m on cloud nine
No doubt this is my time
This is my spirit, my energy I’m outpouring
This is my reason is to be me. I’ll make sure I’ll be soaring
I have nothing to fall back on at this time
The only thing propelling me are my fucking rhymes
What’s the point of a fucking leap if I have no faith?
What’s the point of my fucking plate if there is nothing at stake?
Fed up with submitting every single assignment late
Always just sitting here ending up on that procrastinate
But really school just ain’t for me
I think that I’ve proved enough that I can write in English
Mess around with the alphabet
And I didn’t have to pay tens of thousands in tuition
I won’t settle for a regular job
I won’t settle for a 9 to 5
I’d rather blow my mind with 9
Fuck it. Go out like Cobain
Or find a flow that makes me go insane
Hope I can share some dope and relieve my pain
Hook
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Verse 2
If you never made it, I want you to try again
Hide all the Henicken
Hop on a fucking document
I refuse to let go on this dream
19 almost moving onto 20
I have plenty of days ahead of me
But I treat everyday like it’s my last
That’s why I try to out write what I write every night
I might
Go insane
Trying to claim that life of fame
Always wanted to entertain
Ever since that age of eight
Now there’s no more stopping
No longer afraid!
Will I fail?
Only time will tell
But I’m here to prove the clock wrong
Cause I’m holding on to this mic tight like a python
This my story, my thoughts, my time to talk, my song
What other kid do you know asks for notepads
On his wish list for christmas?
My real early shit was just garbage
Years passing by
I saw my shit was evolving
So while my ass was staying smaller
My rhymes books were stacking taller
Writing slicker
Spitting quicker
Getting sicker
But I’d hide all my prizes inside like a Niffler
I’m here so you can remember the name Trebor
In a creative writing club all I would ever do is rap
I knew I was on to something when the kids actually clapped
Had questions asked like “How do you even do that”
Sometimes even laughed
At my 8th grade punchlines
My flow’s like the ocean
Go and write for every emotion
This is my moment
So I’m going for the fucking hit
Hook
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Writing recording until 4 in the morning
Fighting toward the horde ain’t no avoiding
Biting boring minds swore I’m a hornet
Flying swarming high sure I’ll be soaring
Verse 3
If I ain’t defying the odds then my life is flawed
Want it so bad got my claws out
Got a close hit
Tryna blow up like an explosive
Ain’t aiming less than being one of the GOATs
I know I ain’t supposed to boast like this
But when I hear top dogs ghost wrote shit
Makes me want to type until I have cramped up fingertips
Trying to find a perfect fit in the game
Like I tailored it
Ripping the mic out the hands of these frauds
I’m too swift
Call it what you want
I call it passion
Studying from the masters
And come back with an ass whooping
And rap faster than the blue bastard collecting rings
Makes my ass heat up hotter
Than a pot of lava
Lyrical acrobatics
Packing as many syllables as I can on a damn track
Never running out of breath no asthmatic
You can shove a whole Bachelor up your ass while laughing
Tryna to go far with the talent
Fuck failing when your comparisons pale in juxtaposition to me
But actually
You can take the back seat
I’m driving and I’ll run over anyone who gets in my way
Grinding to place myself on the map
Minding my own business it’s just me and my tracks
Down in the underground
But want my head up in the clouds
Slowly growing my wings
Flowing showing my sting
When I write I’m on cloud nine
No doubt this is my time
This is my spirit, my energy I’m outpouring
This is my reason is to be me. I’ll make sure I’ll be soaring