Guys Like Us - Joey Sorge

I wear a greasy ball cap, I like my shirt untucked I spend Saturdays working on my truck I don't like to fight but I ain't scared to bleed Most don't mess with a guy like me 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church So rough around the edges it's hard to believe That girls like you love guys like me Your daddy worked at the bank, mine worked on cars You went to college, I pulled graveyard You must have had your pick of all the trust fund types But you came back to me and only God knows why 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church So rough around the edges it's hard to believe That girls like you love guys like me, yeah Now there's a lot of guys like me out there in a lot of little towns Tellin' all our buddies we won't ever settle down We say that's just the way we are and the way we'll always be So God sends girls like you for guys like me Thank God there's girls like you for guys like me

Okay! Help me! This is what I need to be! Make music so good it moves your feet! I wanna rap good, flow nice and hit highs! I wanna be great! Bring heat! Be like the god damn big guys! I try to improve and try to get by I try to be like them every single time But now I'm stuck, gotta choose my path And surpass everyone that pointed and laughed I wanna be like them! And be less like me! I want people to feel When I'm in agony! I wanna make a bop with a groove like it's a Hopsin beat But when it lacks that quality, god damn it, it bothers me! I wanna make a hard track without cursing all too much Just like NF did on his track called "When I Grow Up"! I wanna rap fast - Switch flows like Nafla! Sing great, drop hate - Be someone they can trust, ya! Act tough, flow rough and spit facts like I'm 2Pac! Proof thus I'm not just a fool, but a truth husk! Make songs emotional like Lil Peep did! People need to feel it! See me as a real kid! I wanna do what I want and be someone like X! Someone who makes banging tracks but also spit facts! I wanna be like others! Don't wanna be me! Because I feel I need to be more than just a useless freak! I need to heed the call to be free in music and lead Lead my soul towards a neat future full of heart and neat beats! Help me! This is what I need to be! Make music so good it moves your feet! I wanna rap good, flow nice and hit highs! I wanna be great! Bring heat! Be like the god damn big guys! I try to improve and try to get by I try to be like them every single time But now I'm stuck, gotta choose my path And surpass everyone that pointed and laughed I wanna be offensive, make sense of Tom Macdonald and friends Rap so fast and so tight like Busta Rhymes and Tech N9ne on their tracks And have some good fans like KSI, FiR (Falling In Reverse) and Lil Nas X And be one of the best like Eminem, Lil Dicky, Logic and the rest! Tell some stories like Joyner Lucas Be hate-loved like Dax Spit some facts on my tracks Re-invent trap and rap no crap Experimental rap like MC Ride Be tight, spit a fire line It's my demise! Wasted time on rappers I wanna be like! There are so many more artists that don't focus on rap That make tracks I feel a deep connection to, it hurts my head! I wanna be like all of them but I can't, and that's a fact! Because I'm Aceox, and Aceox isn't skilled, it makes me mad! I wanna rap fast, act bad Snap back at backstab attacks But I lack crap, lack fans Lack all that, break my neck! Making some trap tracks Smack 'em with my backhand, and Realize I gotta hand back my name so I can land The End Help me! This is what I need to be! Make music so good it moves your feet! I wanna rap good, flow nice and hit highs! I wanna be great! Bring heat! Be like the god damn big guys! I try to improve and try to get by I try to be like them every single time But now I'm stuck, gotta choose my path And surpass everyone that pointed and laughed Help me! This is what I need to be! Make music so good it moves your feet! I wanna rap good, flow nice and hit highs! I wanna be great! Bring heat! Be like the god damn big guys! I try to improve and try to get by I try to be like them every single time But now I'm stuck, gotta choose my path And surpass everyone that pointed and laughed

Yeah, we got too many people Tryin' to live life doin' the 'Gram Show the world just what their vision's like Through filters on a cam But, I, I never felt the need to show it off I'd rather tell it back from memory with some alcohol Yeah, we still them boys in the back of the truck With the radio up, and we got the tailgate down Boys in the back of the club And we sippin on pitchers when we go downtown It's changed over the years Ain't no smoke and mirrors Yeah, there's still some boys like us around here You and me and a little Maker's Mark Little A.J. on the radio to take it out of park If this is Austin callin' I'm way past that spark Still way out with boys Going fishin' in the dark Runnin' wide open full throttle Tie one on, knock some dust off the bottle 5 o'clock somewhere Still livin' on a prayer Let me clear the air Yeah, there's still some boys like us around here We don't feel the need to be a thing but what we are Take a rain check from the town, and go way out under the stars I'd rather take it country-raised and make her my whole world Tired of seeing daddy's money from them midtown girls Yeah, we still them boys in the back of the truck With the radio up, and we got the tailgate down Boys in the back of the club And we sippin' on pitchers when we go downtown It's changed over the years Ain't no smoke and mirrors Yeah, there's still some boys like us around here You and me and a little Maker's Mark Little A.J. on the radio to take it out of park If this is Austin callin' I'm way past that spark Still way out with boys Going fishin' in the dark Runnin' wide open full throttle Tie one on, knock some dust off the bottle 5 o'clock somewhere Still livin' on a prayer Let me clear the air Yeah, there's still some boys like us around here Boys in the back of the truck With the radio up You and me and a little Maker's Mark Little A.J. on the radio to take it out of park If this is Austin callin' I'm way past that spark Runnin' wide open full throttle Tie one on, knock some dust off the bottle 5 o'clock somewhere Still livin' on a prayer Let me clear the air Yeah, there's still some boys like us around here Still some boys like us around here Still some boys like us around here Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Yeah, there's still some boys like us around here

I've watched your face for a long time It's always the same I've studied the cracks and the wrinkles You were always so vain Well, now you live your life like a shadow In the pouring rain Oh, it's called love Yes, it's called love Oh, it's called love And it belongs to us Oh, it dies so quickly It grows so slowly But when it dies, it dies for good It's called love And it belongs to everyone but us Oh, love is found in the east and west When love is at home, it's the best Love is the cure for every evil Love is the air that supports the eagle But it's called love And it's so uncool It's called love And somehow, it's become unmentionable It's called love And it belongs to every one of us It's called love And it cuts your life like a broken knife Oh, love Love, love, love, love It's called love And it belongs to us It's called love Love, love, love, love It's called love And it belongs to everyone but us