3%

You should go and quit your job

And make all of those dreams come true

How is your self esteem? Huh?

That's important in what you're about to do

Don't talk to your friends

Their opinions hold so much weight

And that doesn't make sense

Even your family

Parents just don't understand

Except for Will Smith, he's got a great understanding

Make the time

Drop school, and people, and work to play

Music all night

You'll make a dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life

And roll with the punches even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped but you're a real bad judge of it

Hold on tight, boy. Might be a fuckin', hell of a ride

But, but, but, they said it's a three-percent chance

That I'm gonna make it

That's a little bit less than what it is in my mind

But it's ok, I think I can take it

They said it's a three-percent

My friends

That's what they said

And then I sat there and thought about it and almost believed it for a sec

But I think that they'll love me

Even if my soul is tainted and ugly

Tainted enough where no one should ever want stuff from me

But I'm lucky, lovely people say such nice things for no reason

Except for the songs that I sing them

When I was eighteen, I fucking prayed to God

That one day, I'll sing and the crowd would stop

But I'm still waiting

For the jaws to be dropped and the bras to be sailing

I'm still waiting

For the big contract and a payment

I'm still waiting

For all of my own friends to eat all of their own words

I bet it'll taste like blood, sweat, and tears, and the fear of regret and that ever elusive

Three-percent chance

That I'm gonna make it

It's a little bit less than what it is in my mind

But it's okay, I think I can take it

They said it's a three-percent, my friend

That's what they said

And then I sat there and thought about it

And almost believed it for a sec

But, now it's me versus the world

In a competition to see who can be less shitty

Hold your own and if it floats your boat

You should row that boat home

But if my boat starts to sink, I'll probably just stop singing and writing poems and cut my fucking hair and quit eating like I'm homeless, get a job!

But yesterday I said, but I made two-hundreds dollars in my first week just playing music and being who I want to be

She said. You think that's acceptable? You think that's an acceptable amount? I made twice the amount working at a shitty fucking job that I hate and every morning when I wake up I get really sad

And I was just about to say at my friend's birthday party before they cut me off I was just about to say WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

You think that's an acceptable amount?

It's a three-percent chance

You'll be happy

Doing the same thing you do everyday for the next ten years

I think it's a three-percent chance

Then when I say, "Today's the day!"

You'll understand