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Lyrics of I Won't Be There

[Chorus] (x2)
Of course I grab the mic and I'm good
Ah, ah, with a construction worker helmet
I'm immersed in my own issues just to make you happy
Don't drag me out partying, mate, I won't be there.

I'm making an album and I retreat, I escape,
I isolate myself from all social signs to make it cooler.
I don't even listen to rap for fear of getting infected,
I catch the beat and blend it with my heartbeat rhythm.
I leave basketball and weights aside,
I replace those pleasures with being hunched over the table,
writing, if I go to the club I rap inside
and my buddies notice.
'Tote, don't you ever stop?' 'No'
And it's crazy, they always want to take me out partying
just when Tote King plans a new album.
And of course.. I'm not there and those tense phrases start
'Tote where are you?' 'What are you thinking?'
I don't know, excuse me
I'm twenty thousand leagues away from the party scene, can't you see?
I'm eating fast in a bar as if it were a formality
with monumental heartburn like pyramids.
I want them to understand well, I don't exist for anyone
when I'm creating, I barely go out.
My crew knows it and there's no cure
this is my sacrifice, I'm a cloistered monk.

[Chorus] (x2)
Of course I grab the mic and I'm good
Ah, ah, with a construction worker helmet
I'm immersed in my own issues just to make you happy
Don't drag me out partying, mate, I won't be there.

It sounds good, it's me, it goes up to a hundred, give it a voice,
it sounds Hip, it sounds Hop, the role of my blog all day.
I'm buying bread
and jotting down at the same time in the mobile's notes app fantasy.
Come what may, I'm in the spotlight,
my son won't have Ray Bans, he'll have a superhuman flow.
No fairs, no books, no bars, no records,
no beaches, no movies, don't insist, I don't exist.
'Tote why are you ignoring me?, can't you hear me man'
'Sorry bro, I was in my zone, got stuck'
I'm not there, sorry, my thoughts gnaw,
I'm a skinny guy with talent like Sacha Baron Cohen.
Me and my blog and my beats
locked up for a month and another month, until it finally passes,
then when I go out all the trends have changed
new times and myspace not updated.
I'm not there, those places for me
have less interest than a driver's license.
I'm the one who sits and talks about nothing with friends,
Tote, 'obsessive-compulsive disorder'

[Chorus] (x4)
Of course I grab the mic and I'm good
Ah, ah, with a construction worker helmet
I'm immersed in my own issues just to make you happy
Don't drag me out partying, mate, I won't be there.