"Is It Anything?" lyrics
(feat. Khary)
I don't know why I continue to try
When the work I put in don't show much ROI
I'm just chasin' a karat, I'm almost there if
I close my eyes, I can see it I swear it
And if I do get it, what is it at all?
Is it something to hold? Was it there all along?
If I pull this thread, will I like where it ends?
Or should I keep playing pretend?
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Out in L.A., I'm still chasing the fame
With a pocket of nothing, a wallet of shame
It's an old rollercoaster and many have paid
For the ups and the downs, and the lulls in between
I'm a believer, believing shit that's deceivin'
To think that you're special
That you know the meaning
I'm driven by art and the money, respect
But is it worth risking my neck? Tell me-
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything? (Nope!)
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Is it anything? (Anything, anything, anything)
Is it anything? (Anything, anything, anything) (Uhhh, this is weird, yeah)
Is anything real? Drowning, I wish that I had me a gill
Morpheus, hand me the red and blue pill, Lately, I tiptoe while walking on stilts
Maybe I'd make it if my name was 'Lil'', Maybe I'd make it if I pop a Xan
Would you even care if I did it alone? Or is it a big deal 'cause I do it on gram? Aye
The fame, The lights
I think we're just afraid to be alright
On our own, we got the sun inside our eyes
It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, I find
I find my balance through redirecting the malice
We never put down our phones, we're so go-go with the gadgets
You can call me inspector, I hate to bore you with lectures
Don't mean to be a projector, Just purely cleansing the palate 'cause
I'm tired of this super-duper-ficial shit
I'd be lyin' if I said I'm not a victim, shit
I'm miles from the salvation I which to get
So it's pussy, money, weed, tell the world to suck my dick
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
When the work I put in don't show much ROI
I'm just chasin' a karat, I'm almost there if
I close my eyes, I can see it I swear it
And if I do get it, what is it at all?
Is it something to hold? Was it there all along?
If I pull this thread, will I like where it ends?
Or should I keep playing pretend?
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Out in L.A., I'm still chasing the fame
With a pocket of nothing, a wallet of shame
It's an old rollercoaster and many have paid
For the ups and the downs, and the lulls in between
I'm a believer, believing shit that's deceivin'
To think that you're special
That you know the meaning
I'm driven by art and the money, respect
But is it worth risking my neck? Tell me-
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything? (Nope!)
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Is it anything? (Anything, anything, anything)
Is it anything? (Anything, anything, anything) (Uhhh, this is weird, yeah)
Is anything real? Drowning, I wish that I had me a gill
Morpheus, hand me the red and blue pill, Lately, I tiptoe while walking on stilts
Maybe I'd make it if my name was 'Lil'', Maybe I'd make it if I pop a Xan
Would you even care if I did it alone? Or is it a big deal 'cause I do it on gram? Aye
The fame, The lights
I think we're just afraid to be alright
On our own, we got the sun inside our eyes
It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, I find
I find my balance through redirecting the malice
We never put down our phones, we're so go-go with the gadgets
You can call me inspector, I hate to bore you with lectures
Don't mean to be a projector, Just purely cleansing the palate 'cause
I'm tired of this super-duper-ficial shit
I'd be lyin' if I said I'm not a victim, shit
I'm miles from the salvation I which to get
So it's pussy, money, weed, tell the world to suck my dick
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Is it real? To have it all...
How does it feel? Is it anything?
Writer(s): Aaron Steinberg, Khary Durgans
