Lyrics:
staring at your folks, the sweetest people I know
I get a glimpse of what it is to be strong
Just holding hands and sobbing with sunglasses on
'Cause
staring at your folks, the sweetest people I know
I get a glimpse of what it is to be strong
Just holding hands and sobbing with sunglasses on
'Cause
You're a G rated motherfucker
Controlled by what you can see
You're a perfectly great waste of space
Meant to be offended by people like me
I'm
I need it whoa (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
I'm surrounded by people, I'm cool
Everyone's so see-through, not you
Know you think
arrogant, but it's apparent that he's feeling threatened
I'm stepping in his direction, the point of no return
with every action backed by the power
can't break out
I can't even get by feeling decent inside
Confidence is a sin to them I can't hide
No I'm not gonna hide, anymore.
This world's wide
Part two
Where is my mind, man?
Yo
Starry eyed, checking contour lines
Addicted to this universal feeling called life
Astronomy class, round here we
Ignore them if you can but I doubt you will
They're out to control how people feel
By pushing their agenda on your subconscious
While you're unaware
or by Hook
I’m a hedonist i love the good food
I’m in a good mood everything is cool
I’m not hungry anymore what?
I remember back in the days
The taste
Time is pointed at me like a gun
I wanna feel, but only what you're feeling too
Now I'm staring back into the sun
I wanna run, but only if you're
I've got a funny feeling in my stomach
But that don't matter cause me and you are always into something
Whether it be riding home drenched in
and confetti dashed upon the wheel
When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip
When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped
When the church is
there's not enough love to go round
This is our world
This is insane
Life passing by
Just like a runaway train
Now we're just traveling
On a ship of fools
hurt as a reminder,
Sometimes the truth does
Feeling high with my eyes closed,
Being told by these no-shows,
How my life goes
Suicide was my old
and innocence, I'll steal or brutalize
By the time we'd reached Wyoming we'd left 10 people dead,
Bullets flying by just missing my head,
The Packard did
assumptions
A big bigpen driven by dead dogs;
If that's your site
Put up a superhero with a better pokerface
This noble cause reeks of self-gratification
But
I'm not flattered
Oh come all you people in your fields of gold!
It's time we told you the story of how the soul grows old,
And how a young boy grows
Into not feeling insane
Are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain?
You know that nothing's real
But you sink your hooks into mistakes
of things
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy
when I say it won't get to my head
Defining myself by a stranger's opinion
The people around me tell me not to listen
So you wanted real?
Now I'm
Transparent people we can see right through
Pass your physical being which
Does not define you your physical action
Is a mechanical reaction
don't try
I'd switch it up but I don't like change
Only content if things stay the same
Don't care to watch the story unfold
Hate feeling like I'm not
Doo-doo-doo-doo
I pray for all my niggas, and niggettes
And non-niggas, and non-niggettes
Things change, people change
Love grows, come and go
and then
I sort of fell in to my own
Kind of felt at home when behind a microphone
But on the bus ride home, that didn't mean a thing
Harassed by thugs,
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