I Don't Know Lyrics - Singles - Phat Chance

I started working on an album in like 06, 

Now you're listening to the outcome of that grown kid; 

See I made a few mistakes, wasted most my days; 

nearly never made it to this closed disc; 

I didn't know if I even had it in me, 

I still don't know if there's anybody listening; 

But when I write to a track, I get shivers down my back, 

And I feel like giving up would kill me; 

Yeah I've got self doubt, but a sense of pride; 

And I'll never sell out, what I'm meant to write; 

Cause if they buy your soul and you sell your mind; 

Then you'll always miss out on what you left behind; 

If my music does not stand the test of time; 

If I'm destined to walk I still dreamt I'd fly; 

If it's all false hope and the deck runs dry; 

Then I'll play my ace and I'll bet my life; 

Cause I don't know, I don't know, 

I don't know, if they'll like it, 

I don't know, I don't know, 

I don't know, if I'll find myself; 

Or if I'll ever really make it, 

Hell does anybody make it, 

I don't know but I'm done with this fake shit, 

Hold up my hand and I'll ball it in a raised fist; 

Don't get it twisted I live for rap; 

But I wish I hadn't lived to see the label collapse; 

Lived to watch half the competition get ahead of me, 

And see half those friends turn to enemies; 

Cause while everybody says I've got a gift for rhyme; 

When I wrote this track I was still unsigned; 

So some days I wake up out of my mind, 

And I've thought of giving up like a thousand times; 

I'm the type who tends to fall into depressed ruts; 

And then spend half my life feeling messed up, 

So the constant delays and strain of this album, 

Not getting made has me feeling like the town drunk, 

If I could just get the verses done, 

If I could just force the words to come; 

If I could just march up to radio I'd stare them in the eyes, 

and tell them why I live my life; 

Cause I don't know, I don't know, 

I don't know, if they'll like it, 

I don't know, I don't know, 

I don't know, if I'll find myself; 

Or if I'll ever really make it, 

Hell does anybody make it, 

I don't know but I'm done with the fake shit, 

Hold up my hand and I'll ball it in a raised fist;