Every day it gets a little harder
can t seem to get away.
I remember there s a certain place
a place I wish I d stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured
I m headed for that day.
Just one thought in my head
really.
Do I need this fame? Every time
god damn
I look at my son (seed)
I see something I can t be.
Beautiful and care free
that s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak
I m so pressured
I m so weak
Something takes a hold of me
something I can t believe.
I lay in bed at night and wonder
should I go on this way? It s the only thing I really got for now
and it s called fame.
Every time
god damn
I look at my son (seed)
I see something I can t be.
Beautiful and care free
that s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak
I m so pressured
I m so weak
something takes a hold of me
something I can t believe.
So I see this face so innocent and fine
and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it s mine.
I feel the rattle
So I see this face so innocent and fine
and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it s mine.
I feel the rattle
Every time
god damn
I look at my son (seed)
I see something I can t be.
Beautiful and care free
that s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak
I m so pressured
I m so weak
something takes a hold of me
something I can t believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak! |
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