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Prop Dylan – Down For Whateva (Prod. by Logophobia) (youtube.com)
Prop Dylan – Down For Whateva

Down For Whateva is the first single from the upcoming album "To Whom It May Concern" dropping this fall.

Video shot by: Kristoffer Davidsson
Song produced by: Logophobia

Lyrics:

I try to find some peace, but this industry’s a moving train//
It don’t matter the leg work, you’ll lose the game//
Q and A, who to blame, in this current state//
I don’t know, I just maneuver through this new terrain//
See my pain is potent, the stress is post traumatic//
It’s not a fair game, the rests below the average// 
Fuck a smear campaign, I try to forgive and forget//
But it’s hard when my memories are photographic//
Behold the static, as they slide in on banana peel//
I’d rather live hand to mouth, than stuck inside a hamster wheel//
And bleed for my cause not chase a mirage as I try to find some mass appeal//
Is that for real? just the words from a strange mind//
So fuck what you head through the grape wine//
We’re on the same branch chirping, so I saw it off//
That’s how you kill two birds at the same time// 

They wanted a master piece, so I sold them the pallet//
Cuz they weren’t ready for the strokes on the canvas//
How could I let them frame my work of art//
When pain turns to thought and not a soul understands it//
A close handed, branch so think twice//
Every move that you draw, you’re skating on thin ice//
At first they treat you like royalty, with loyalty and trust//
But really aiming to slice up your wind pipes//
In this life, i stand up for what i create//
If it wasn’t for my vision id be stuck off a wage//
On a regular job, now only if i had a thousand for the times//
I had a door slamed shut in my face//
Id be chilling in cuba, scuba diving off a yacht//
its now or never opportunity knocks//
I’ve put my life on this, so I, follow the plan//
All i need is a mic in my hand and five hundred fans//

We’re cut from the same cloth//
No dime a dozens, and nothing like cake walks//
If we’re down for whatever, we suffer the same loss//
And go through it together, the struggle will pay off//
Hungry than ever, but we never won a grammy//
All we do is bop and weave and ready the double whammies//
Could come in handy, cuz when the time come//
Yo we stick to the plan, thats how we get the job done//
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