Don't bet on me I'm a long shot.
I'm a long shot
Maybe it's the fault of way I
Was raised on my bed in my room til
I reached ninth grade all by myself
With days to dream away, yeah
It was there that I met keys and a drum set
In the basement, played them hot til I sweat
And due to this day
When I was ten they said, "Son go and take piano lessons."
When I was twelve, "I said I'd take them no more."
They said, "Son you fail at life if you fail piano lessons."
I said, "So be it and walked out the door."
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might be a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
The one
I guess it was then that I said they were wrong
I don't need these skills to help me write a song
I'm fine on my own.
So just stand by, watch me fail or watch me fly
The way i'm goin. Some day you'll sing along.
When I was ten they said, "Son go and take piano lessons."
When I was twelve, "I said I'd take them no more."
They said, "Son you fail at life if you fail piano lessons."
I said, "So be it and walked out the door."
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might be a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
The one
Yup, and that's exactly what she was,
Stroked the keys ever so gently with her fingers what she does.
Finesse is the perfect word to describe her manafescense
She was well after perfection at every piano lesson
And C's sounded like B's, B's sounded like A's
Carpal Tunnel told her to leave, but she wanted to stay.
Her friends said that was weak but she wanted to play.
This is what she wants to be, so every other day
Turned into every night so those mistakes I once heard,
Sort faded away like those corny friends of hers.
I know because I watched from outside the window
As she sat in front of that grand piano,
Her teacher stood up and then he clapped
So proud of his pupil that wouldn't give into the haters
And shorty's playlist consists of Wolfgang Amadeus,
Mozart, Beethoven - yeah my baby havin fun.
But of course I had to scoop her out,
Of a million she's the one.
So, Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might be a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
Don't bet on me, I'm a long shot.
I'm a long shot
Maybe it's the fault of way I
Was raised on my bed in my room til
I reached ninth grade all by myself
With days to dream away, yeah
It was there that I met keys and a drum set
In the basement, played them hot til I sweat
And due to this day
When I was ten they said, "Son go and take piano lessons."
When I was twelve, "I said I'd take them no more."
They said, "Son you fail at life if you fail piano lessons."
I said, "So be it and walked out the door."
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might be a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
The one
I guess it was then that I said they were wrong
I don't need these skills to help me write a song
I'm fine on my own.
So just stand by, watch me fail or watch me fly
The way i'm goin. Some day you'll sing along.
When I was ten they said, "Son go and take piano lessons."
When I was twelve, "I said I'd take them no more."
They said, "Son you fail at life if you fail piano lessons."
I said, "So be it and walked out the door."
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might be a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
The one
Yup, and that's exactly what she was,
Stroked the keys ever so gently with her fingers what she does.
Finesse is the perfect word to describe her manafescense
She was well after perfection at every piano lesson
And C's sounded like B's, B's sounded like A's
Carpal Tunnel told her to leave, but she wanted to stay.
Her friends said that was weak but she wanted to play.
This is what she wants to be, so every other day
Turned into every night so those mistakes I once heard,
Sort faded away like those corny friends of hers.
I know because I watched from outside the window
As she sat in front of that grand piano,
Her teacher stood up and then he clapped
So proud of his pupil that wouldn't give into the haters
And shorty's playlist consists of Wolfgang Amadeus,
Mozart, Beethoven - yeah my baby havin fun.
But of course I had to scoop her out,
Of a million she's the one.
So, Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might be a million to one.
So don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
But in a million I might be the one.
Don't bet on me, I'm a long shot.