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You should go and quit your job And make all of your dreams come true How is your self esteem? That's important in what you're about to do Don't talk to your friends Their opinions hold so much weight And that doesn't make sense Even your family, parents just don't understand Except for Will Smith, he's got a great understanding Make the time Drop school and people and work to play Music all night You'll make a dollar an hour at least you'll like your life And roll with the punches even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped but you're a real bad judge of it Hold on tight boy. Might be a hell of a ride But they said it's a 3 percent chance That I'm gonna make it That's a little bit less than what it is in my mind But it's ok, I think I can take it They said it's a 3 percent chance That's what they said And then I sat there and thought about it and almost believed it for a sec I think that they'll love me Even if my soul is tainted and ugly Tainted enough where no one should ever want stuff from me But I'm lucky, lovely people say such nice things for no reason Letras de cancionesExcept for the songs that I sing them When I was 18 I fucking prayed to god That one day I'll sing and the crowd would stop But I'm still waiting For the jaws to be dropped and the bras to be sailing I'm still waiting For the big contract and a payment I'm still waiting For all of my own friends to eat all of their own words I bet it'll taste like blood sweat and tears and the fear of regret and that ever elusive 3 percent chance That I'm gonna make it That's a little bit less than what it is in my mind But it's ok, I think I can take it They said it's a 3 percent my friend That's what they said And then I sat there and thought about it And almost believed it for a sec Now it's me versus the world In a competition to see who can be less shitty Hold your own and if it floats your boat You should roll that boat home But if my boat starts to sink I'll probably stop singing, writing poems and cut my fucking hair and quit eating like I'm homeless, get a job! But yesterday I said, but i made 200 dollars in my first week just playing music and being who I want to be She said. You that's an acceptable? You think that's an acceptable amount? I made twice the amount working fucking 40 hours a week at a job that I fucking hate and then I come home and want to just eat and sleep, maybe take a nap or watch tv And then, I fucking, I was just about to say but then they cut me off I was just about to say WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT You think that's an acceptable amount? It's a 3 percent chance You'll be happy Doing the same thing you do everyday for the next 10 years I think it's a 3 percent chance That every time I say "today's the day!" You'll understand Carpe diem From Letras Mania