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 beat it and walked out the door."

Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might bet 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
that 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 beat it and walked out the door."

Don't bet on me I'm a longshot,
I might bet 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 her 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 bet 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.


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    General CommentIt's something different for sure. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that this is a reflection of his life up to this point and the piano lessons being a metaphor for the supposed path you're supposed to take when going up in the music world but Colin rejected that like he rejected piano lessons when he was younger saying he'll fly or fail on his own. Ortiz came in smooth and show the same perspective for fun in a girl he observed.
    SunzLion April 12, 2009   Link
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    General Commenti love this song.
    dp9241loveron March 05, 2011   Link

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