EmiSunshine - Judgement Day Lyrics

Judgement Day
EmiSunshine, Alisha Hamilton, Fish Fisher

V1
I've got something inside of me that just can't be fixed.
It's the strangest dichotomy, two sides can't be mixed.
It's like I need a lobotomy because I'm running out of tricks.
But I'm built like this honestly, I'm a manic hybrid.

Everyone's taking shots at me body full of bullets.
The drama's monotony, grab the trigger, pull it.
I'm gonna be what I wanna be, that's just how I do it.
Automatic autonomy with nothing to prove, yeah.

Because they don't like I'm doing things the way that I want.
They all try to ruin me and take what I got.
I ain't in a depression but the lesson is learned.
Maybe I'm making confessions and I'm tired of getting burned.

There's folks in this industry, yeah they wanna hold you down.
It's a maniacal ministry preaching you gotta change your sound.
You're gonna get criticisms from all the scene-sters and slicks.
It's pure pessimism unless you can benefit em quick.

Prechorus
I don't care, I'm still right here.
I aint changing nothing, you know I wouldn't dare.

Chorus
I don't wanna listen to what they say
I do my own thing anyway
Don't label me a sinner or saint
We all gotta face Judgement Day!

V2
I write em underground and ugly, they say that's too outlaw.
Sometimes I like to write em catchy, now that's too radio.
When I soul search em sincerely they say You're gonna stay poor.
These crowds are still cheering me while I break new Nashville laws.

Be everything to everyone, I'm done with trying it.
If I'm just someone to somebody, I'll keep shinin'.
I'm sorry I ain't sorry unapologetic.
I aint selling out Carnegie, but someone's buying it.

Repeat Prechorus Repeat Chorus

V3
Just stand out from the crowd but be like everybody else.
Be humble be proud, get lost, but never lose yourself.
Everyone likes your sound, get these records flying off the shelf.
But if we let you down you can only blame yourself.

Keep your feet on the ground and have a face that sells.
Always smile, never frown, be common yet show your wealth.
I aint trying to complain, it's just driving me insane.
Like a train, in the rain, running off the rails in my brain.

But there's good ones around, they're just few and far between.
I keep my circle small, low-fat I keep it lean.
They on fire for me like gunpowder and gasoline.
It's just me and my team and the American dream

So, the moral of the story's sing for love not glory.
I thank God above, yeah, he must adore me.
I'm busy like a bee and my fans be swarming.
But all labels should come with warning.

Repeat chorus