Every day it gets a little harder, can not seem to get away. I remember there is a certain place, a place I wish Id stay. I feel so lost within - pressured, Imheaded 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 not be. Beautiful and care free, thats how I used to be. Like some god damn fucking freak, Imso pressured, Imso worried, Something takes a hold of me, something I can not believe.
I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way? Its the only thing I really got for now, and its called fame.
Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can not be. Beautiful and care free, thats how I used to be. Like some god damn fucking freak, Imso pressured, Imso worried, something takes a hold of me, something I can not believe.
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine. So I see this face and I realize its 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 its mine.
I feel the rattle...
Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can not be. Beautiful and care free, thats how I used to be. Like some god damn fucking freak, Imso pressured, Imso worried, something takes a hold of me, something I can not believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak
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