The Producer

And they all lived happily ever after And they all lived happily And they all lived And they all grew up You can find me in the darkness Layin' tracks just like a railroad Oswald, Versace, Vivienne, you get the message I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses Ah mmm I be workin' on the Sunday Mama told me that's a God day I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket God bless the sin, and no rest for the wicked Ah mmm Man, they can't tell me nothing (ay ay) Fuck yeah, I been on my grind Yeah One, two (yeah, yeah) Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (no, no) Paid my dues and I did my time Yes, I did (ay) Now I Sold my soul so my mama don't have to cry Wonderin' when this feather gonna take me right back up to the sky 'Cause it's been too long Paintin' this picture Watchin' paint dry I'm the producer Watchin' these Spielberg's fly, ah mmm All these Gosling's (all these Gosling's) With Hollywood smiles (Holly-wooden smiles) And I'm just the producer (the producer) Tryna make a headline, ah mmm I been livin' with the phantom He be holdin' me for ransom Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin' Money and the power, they don't come without ambition Ah mmm Mother had those baby pictures up Ah mmm I was destined for some shit But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock I'm countin' all them digits Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch Well I sold my soul so my mama don't have to cry Wonderin' when the Father up in heaven gonna give me my piece of the pie 'Cause it's been too long --- The Producer - Labrinth