The Watershed, Monk HTS, Equipto, Professa Gabel, Baghead - Green Room Lyrics

Six minutes Six minutes
Turn on my microphone yeah it's time to get wit it
Smoking in the green room remembering my lyrics
Nervous cuz it's jam packed but never really timid
I'm ready to rock it I just gotta find a pocket
Once I get this shit popping I'll be right up in the mosh pit
They can't stop it I told them that it's hard to
There ain't a fucking stage we'll be rapping on your bar stool
Brycon hit me up trying to car pool
But I pulled an all nighter I feel horrible
Plus I stayed in the city I'm kinda far too
He said it's coo he'll be getting to this BART move
I pulled up to the parking lot taking the equipment out
And that's the routine even in a different town
Artists who get around thinking their respect due
When they hit the venue they find the green room for some refuge
Space needed long drives on the interstate
Preparations when you hit the stage
Champagne and lemonade put up on my rider
The opening acts up in the back having a cypher
Reminiscing thoughts of the feelings I caught as a young rapper
Sachiel started getting nervous as the crowd gathers
I'm kinda anxious but seasoned yall
Cus if you seen one green room you've seen them all
They didn't let me in the green room, until they saw I was with EQ
Found a seat Pauze said roll some weed fool
Baghead still tryna send a beat through
Cause the email he sent to Bry was removed
Met a legend by the cooler on some fluke shit
Next thing you know watersheds on in 2 minutes
Move in it get my foot in the door
We the reason new music sounding good in the sco
Still beautiful never find me in a cubicle
Find me backstage living life like a movie role
Don Julio spliffs and wristbands
We fist bump hands in the crowd and then scram

Six minutes Six minutes
Turn on my microphone yeah it's time to get wit it
Smoking in the green room remembering my lyrics
Nervous cuz it's jam packed but never really timid
I'm ready to rock it I just gotta find a pocket
Once I get this shit popping I'll be right up in the mosh pit
They can't stop it I told them that it's hard to
There ain't a fucking stage we'll be rapping on your bar stool
Brycon hit me up trying to car pool
But I pulled an all nighter I feel horrible
Plus I stayed in the city I'm kinda far too
He said it's coo he'll be getting to this BART move
I pulled up to the parking lot taking the equipment out
And that's the routine even in a different town
Artists who get around thinking their respect due
When they hit the venue they find the green room for some refuge
Space needed long drives on the interstate
Preparations when you hit the stage
Champagne and lemonade put up on my rider
The opening acts up in the back having a cypher
Reminiscing thoughts of the feelings I caught as a young rapper
Sachiel started getting nervous as the crowd gathers
I'm kinda anxious but seasoned yall
Cus if you seen one green room you've seen them all
They didn't let me in the green room, until they saw I was with EQ
Found a seat Pauze said roll some weed fool
Baghead still tryna send a beat through
Cause the email he sent to Bry was removed
Met a legend by the cooler on some fluke shit
Next thing you know watersheds on in 2 minutes
Move in it get my foot in the door
We the reason new music sounding good in the sco
Still beautiful never find me in a cubicle
Find me backstage living life like a movie role
Don Julio spliffs and wristbands
We fist bump hands in the crowd and then scram