Hennest - Up Late

Hey everybody check it out it's the Soundcloud rapper
That doesn't even know how to freestyle hahaha, hahaha
Hey man that's not true I'm also on Spotify and Apple Music

Yeah, most days, up late with the pen and pad maybe someday
I'll go from the back to the front page that's going to happen someday
Yeah, up late, up late, coming home mad been a rough day and
I'm gonna write out a rap, man I'm frustrated but I fit it where I can on a stuffed plate
I don't really care about tomorrow or what time it is
I just got a channel what I'm feeling in this pilot pen
Up late, up late, got to keep climbing on up, aye
Got to keep filling my cup, aye
Think I'm any good, well just wait

Cooking up wraps all written from scratch
Working out lyrics spitting them back
In my spare time I sit with the pad
And I keep rewinding the Swindler track
I'm missing the mark of lyrical artists because my words aren't explicit and crass
I'm sick of remarks saying I am no different who Hennest he follows a similar path
Then quick as a rabbit, I'll take generic and I'll put it in a wastebasket
A face mask and I'll A-Tac it, yeah, I don't think I'm part of the same patterns
But why, oh why, do I stay average and I lose focus of the main assets
I feel like Lot if I face backwards, I could lose it all I need to take action

Yeah, most days, up late with the pen and pad maybe someday
I'll go from the back to the front page that's going to happen someday
Yeah, up late, up late, coming home mad been a rough day and
I'm gonna write out a rap, man I'm frustrated but I fit it where I can on a stuffed plate
I don't really care about tomorrow or what time it is
I just got a channel what I'm feeling in this pilot pen
Up late, up late, got to keep climbing on up, aye
Got to keep filling my cup, aye
Think I'm any good, well just wait

You got the skill you got the skill but how do you build yourself a career
When you're doing nothing but staying up till
You're so drained just thinking of words, yeah, you could be clever and put in the work
But none of it matters if none of its heard
None of it matters if none of us heard
Wait, no, stop now with these brain lies like eight sides on a brake sign
I'm gonna take control of my ways like, I was conducting my train ride
I'm never going halfway, I'm never finding these radii
I gotta Put in the work like a mayfly like I'm only had a one day life
So I throw duct tape on my sleep I'm up late
I wake up drained every day the same and I'm done playing
All the stuffed plates and they can't make a
Little bit of room for Hennest, hope my luck changes
A month later: none changes, up late
Up late and I'm complaining a lot but I can't
Because I got to keep on running like I'm gonna make it to the finish
Someday, somehow, one day, them crowds
Will be so loud, will be sold out, gather around they scream so loud
Punchlines, kapow, I don't run out
Running in place but it feels like 100 miles
I know that my limits are unbound
On that grind but it's way past sundown
Wait, the sun's out, I ain't even one down

Written by:
Henry Ward

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