Prop Dylan - Doubt ft. Mr Noun

"Prop Dylan - To Whom It May Concern Pt. 1" is available on ALL digital platforms as well as on vinyl: http://www.propdylanmusic.com/shop https://itunes.apple.com/se/album/to-whom-it-may-concern-pt-1/1454377991 http://www.instagram.com/prop_dylan http:/www.facebook.com/propdylan Prop Dylan - Doubt ft. Mr Noun (prod. DJ Matvey) Cuts. DJ Kristougha Vers 1 Look I’m doubtful at times, not down on my luck/ Been, stuck since, I left the grey town I grew up in/ Now Uptown bound, I should seize opportunities/ But dunno what to do with these sounds of production/ And a mouthful of rhymes, for what then/ I’m rhyming for, guess I’ma ninety four, connoisseur/ With an acquired taste for life, that don’t apply today/ So in my mind I’m constantly forced to fight a silent war/ And I ain’t taking it light/ Staying up late nights, like unable to write/ It’s not a day that goes by, that I’m thinking to my self/ A pay roll is better than the turntables and mics/ [Uh] What am I doing, to keep on moving or leave/ To keep on snoozing, or pursue what I dream, of doing/ I mean, I might as well embody, the melancholy/ That dwell inside, than reproduce what I fiend, for/ Chorus Sometimes I wonder why I’m sticking around for/ I got doubt, I got doubt, I got doubt/ Pacing back and forth, unable to feel/ I got doubt, I got doubt, I got doubt/ Dealing with doubt, when they pray on my downfall/ I got doubt, I got doubt, I got doubt/ But in the end end up going back to what’s real/ No doubt, and no doubt and no doubt/ Vers 2 | Mr Noun So you are ego and no doubt, you’ve never been an artist/ For me it’s been a part of this journey ever since it started/ Back in the 90’s No Doubt, Gwen Stefani/ I was mad inspired, but could I mc, probably/ Guess so, cuz there was always that next show/ And the quest for the best flow, but always that stress thought/ Am I really making the most out of this/ Am I really loud enough, can I make it count enough/ Aint nothing changed, the same aim, but same doubtfulness/ Countless stuff, money never made enough/ Raising kids and breaking up/ Have some girl problems but don’t feel bad for me son/ I got 99 problems, but them chicks just one/ Like I’m chilling with this fresh dame but thinking about the next/ Just got over my ex, but my ex ex still get me stressed and/ Now my triple ex texting/ Guess I love to love ’em, but loose ’em second guessing/ Damn, now that’s doubt…/ Vers 3 | Prop On a coaster I’m writing this in permanent ink/ Under the blue skies turning purple and pink/ Thinking, for what it’s forth, ’til I’m certain that things work/ Meanwhile my shrink keeps serving me drinks/ Is it worth the work, when I’m coming through/ To prove myself ten fold, co-dependent on a Nr. 2 pencil/ It’s mental, I sleep on a couch/ I guess I’m just dealing with doubt…/ Going back to her, now was it really the right choice/ I’m not feeling whoops of joy, from neither sides, so/ I’m doubtful, that I can deal with the white noise/ And static from her previous life, it be the downfall/ Or - is this why I’m dealing with doubt?/ On a daily basis tryna make it dreaming of clout/ Without sleeping, on cloud nine, yet another season/ Where I let the week ends event it out/