Every day it gets a little harder, canīt seem to get away.
I remember thereīs a certain place, a place I wish Iīd stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured, Iīm 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 canīt be.
Beautiful and care free, thatīs how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, Iīm so pressured, Iīm so weak,
Something takes a hold of me, something I canīt believe.
I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
Itīs the only thing I really got for now, and itīs called fame.
Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I canīt be.
Beautiful and care free, thatīs how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, Iīm so pressured, Iīm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I canīt believe.
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize itīs 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 itīs mine.
I feel the rattle...
Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I canīt be.
Beautiful and care free, thatīs how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, Iīm so pressured, Iīm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I canīt believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak!
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