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.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?
I feel so lost within 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.
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak,
So I see this face and I realize it's mine. So I see this face so innocent and fine. and so fine. I feel the rattle.
So I see this face so innocent and fine. and so fine.
I feel the rattle.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine. Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be. Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak,
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be. something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak.
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