LYRICS: Dax – Fire In The Booth Pt1

Yeah yeah
This one’s like an open diary
Getting my feelings for this one
Fire in the booth
Yah listen

I noticed that you didn’t notice
I was focussed when you didn’t focus
I ain’t married but I’m still a Joseph
Had to part ways with my bitch cause she cheated
So I pulled the Moses
Seperated sanity from psychosis
Diagnosis, heartbroken story of a dying poet
Transgressions from my past agressions
I learned a lesson and imma add a lesson:
Not to trust a bitch or my dog if there was a difference (yeah uh)

Anger inside, where it always resides
Charlie Sloth let me cry on this mic
Dying to live or living to die
Two questions that I ask myself before I fall asleep at night
I’m an artist so my pain is a prosperity for others
So I’m forced to turn this darkness into people’s like
But the weight is getting heavy and at this rate (uh)
It has me contemplating suicide

So it’s a
Different day, same book, different page, different people I don’t even know they names
In a different city, on a different stage, rapping words that I used to write when I was underpaid
Yeah I’m getting old but I’m stuck in my old ways
Running from the cops
Going back to my old days
Try to cut me off, back on my road rage
These people ain’t loyal

So who am I trying to impress?
How can I love somebody else if I don’t love myself
How can I sign if I’m trying to save lifes and all the label wants to do is take my shit and put it on that shelf
Why don’t depression have an off switch?
Why can’t I find a bitch to ball with?
Why everybody wanna talk shit?
Smiled in my face, stabbed me in the back
Do whatever it takes to put me in the coffin, and often
I think about the consequences, are they real or are they comprehensive?
Will I ever make it into heaven?
Will my music turn into a weapon?
Will I ever get an answer to a fucking question?
Will I ever finish first to have to settle second?
Will I ever be blessed or will I be the blessing?
Do I have to sell my soul just to have a presence?
If I die right now will I be remembered?

So I take a sip, pop a perc
Why? because they help me work
Having conversations with the devil never ease the hurt
Having trouble calculating, finding what I’m really worth
Post a pic, 50K likes if I don’t got a shirt
Bitches in the DM, I don’t see ’em unless they finna twerk
Bring ’em to the crib, dick ’em down, pussy in the hearse
All this fucking fame but it really feels like a curse
I don’t even know

So let me finish my diary off strong
Couple minutes I hope it ain’t too long
Only way I know to deal with the pain is to take it in disperse and into songs
Man I really fucking hope that I can write my raws
Man I hope fire in the booth puts me on
Man I feel so weak but this shit makes me strong
It’s Dax

This is for everybody out there who has a dream man
It’s dax

I gave up hooping for these rapping ways
I told my momma we’d see better days
I’m going hard like when I masturbate
I Guess I never passed the age
I remember days I didn’t pray and now I’m on my knees that shit was just a phase
I Garnered fame but I eint Never changed They say I’m humble but they didn’t know I’m staring death right in the face
Forcing me calculate think bout every move I make
They could never take me I’m a guardian of heavens gate
Now I’m here captivate
Moving at a rapid pace
Nothing into something now it’s Dax the one they can’t erase
Seperating fame from actuality I navigate while moving through a see pessimistic people that are fake
Imitate, innovate, educate, infultrate
Separate, segregate, all just to accelerate
A path that I was destined on to walk and I refuse to wait for someone else to crown so I named myself the heavyweight
CHAMPION
If I get knocked off I will be back again
Those who didn’t BELEIVE I closed my eyes and turned my back on them

Speaking mediocrity don’t understand like mandering, so if it ain’t success man I ain”t picking up or answering
I’m the one who put myself here
I’m the one who told the devil fuck off it’s only God I fear
I’m one who put the stars into alignment, had a Dream and then collided it with work and then I named it perfect timing
I’m the one that Fell down, bounced back, relapsed, got lapped, reclassed but never fell off track Fighting demons in the evening overnight while I was cleaning $7.25 an hour was the wage no cap
I am definition I don’t lack skill I lack recognition I don’t have dreams I have premonitions every single word I spit is ammunition gassing on the competition never break a sweat this shit is practice like an exhibition
Fuck permission I ain’t never asking I don’t need forgiveness that is weakness, only time I bow is when I’m meeting Jesus
That is genius

So what you gonna say
What you gonna do
How are you gonna let a janitor nigga outperform you
I came from the bottom and I swear I’m here to warn you
Not everything I do is destiny cause I was born to
Seek and disarm you
Eat in regards to every single rapper verse meet the straight partial on the fucking mission that’s comparable to Marshall
It’s Dax