Lucky from POST MORTEM by DYVER

I've been making music independently for 17 years. I've made a lot of garbage.I've also made things that are better than half of the shit out there. I've been in bands, changed my name several times, played at iconic venues ,toured,opened for and collaborated with national acts. had bullshit indie label deals, played for free time and time again.Then i stopped for four years.I was over it.I couldnt get a grip on kissing enough ass to be a part of something." I don't feel so LUCKY. But still no soul can touch me."I stand by my hard work and my evolution as an artist regardless of approval.The fuckin internet has dudes being bigger pieces of shit than they were prior and i know coming from myspace to now.Also shout out to anyone that i've ever featured on a track that has returned the favor to me, anyone who i've booked on a show who's returned a favor to me, anyone who i've reached out to who's had an extended hand. All who havent. FUGHED ABOUTit.Here's to the relentless drive of the indie artist.-DYVER

Lyrics:

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Wait a minute/The claim they winnin/ well i don't feel so lucky
but still no soul can touch me/

Verse1

Cashed in my chips
lost the house/my car/my kids/
pockets empty i dont own shit/
but im feeling like a million/
what the fuck is wrong?/ not a damn thing/
I aint brand new at it nigga
you can tell your whole crew they can get it/
solo dolo a pro tho with no promo/
they go high i go low i dont owe no/
explanation/ what's your destination?/
where you headed mane?/what's your vision?/what's your goal?/
what you trying to say?/ i ask the man in the mirror every single day/
and no matter what i cant pray the hate away/ praise the 808/ in the cathedral with the easel and the palate painting picture perfect michaelangelo/ here's the tiniest violin and a cello for pitiful fellows

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Verse2

Let's skip the daps skip the hello's/ how many of you have i given some free promo?/oh well i learned my lesson i wont do that no mo/ i'll stay in the studio you can bounce like a pogo/ dip like a chip/ kick rocks like a flinstone/ ima garner my focus and stay in this zone/ all my so called homies/ nigga they been gone/so i ignore the ringtone and ditch my phone/
listen to old me like god my shit sucked/ listen to new me like yo that's what sup/ listen to future me like what the fuck have i done/ i spit so much flames i burnt away the sun/ another day as an underachiever/tryna make doubters believers/ betcha petra is hidden in the heart of a veteran/ i'm doing this til the dead end/ a dead end

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• Alternative
• alternative pop
• downtempo
• hip hop
• psychadelic
• soul
• Atlanta