Noemad - Someday (feat. Noah Flores)

Someday, the people won’t know what to say
Someday, I’ll be making music in L.A.
I’ll be one of the best you can attest
I’ll be one of the best you never guessed
Noemad’s in town, you best believe everybody going loco
They’ll leave my shows and be like “that was so dope”
People ask what Imma do for a living, I’ll make millions chilling
I only care about making a killing, lord willing
It’s a psychological tendency, you see
To try to be the best that I can be
I’ll do what I know and in due time I’m bound to blow
It’s my time now, in a couple years I’ll be like look at me now
With a big ass smile
But to get there I gotta go the extra mile
Yeah I gotta go the extra mile.
Someday, the people won’t know what to say
Someday, I’ll be making music in L.A.
I’m the guy you never thought would do this
I’m exposing everything like a nudist
Pardon me, I’m new to this
Wrote the lyrics as well as the music
My music is y’alls
‘Cause these labels ain’t fair
I put it all out there ‘cause the music’s made to share
I showed this song to my friends and they were like, “when’s it coming out”
I was like someday
When I feel like talking about my ambitions
My inhibitions, my inner-visions, I’ll paint a picture
Packing up my house getting ready to leave
Working on this song so I can achieve
Finally feeling good about my ability
Now no one can get ahead of me
I’m so far gone
Done singing this song
Someday, the people won’t know what to say
Someday, I’ll be making music in L.A.
From LA to the MIA
Every one of you’s gonna know my name
Boy I ain’t trying to play it safe
I’m just trying to erase the pain
Insecurity cut me up like razorblades
Sit in my room for days and days
Wondering why I feel this way
When I got family all around me mane
Friends that swear they’ll be bumping me
It’ll be a couple years this coming May
Since I wrote and put out my first rapping thang
Back when I used to do the singing thang
Back when I played guitar in a band
Back when I sucked at rapping man
15 years old when I wrote that first verse now my flow is so far from cursed
My insecurities in the back, I’m driving the hearse
I’m snatching the cash out depression’s purse
Getting in the get away car, running the tracks I’m a star
With my skill imma go far, far, away
From these people who keep taunting me, me, me
I’mma go more than hard, I beat the bully in my schoolyard
Fence out the pain, on guard
I leave you with this I’m gone
Someday, the people won’t know what to say
Someday, I’ll be making music in L.A.

Written by:
Luis Arce-Cervantes, Noah Flores

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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