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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Calhoun
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Composer
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Some
Depressing shit
Heh, let's try it out
I let things build up
And I don't know how to let shit go
I guess I'll let it go 'til it explodes
My mind's fucked up, I lost control
Lines get crossed like electrical
Prob'ly somethin' wrong with my mental
I never thought I'd let it come and get my soul
I'm too far gone, never come back home
I'm white, so
You know, I never had no problems
Hold up, wait
I'm white, so
You know, I bet, I'm the problem
Came from the bottom
Some came from a broke home
What the fuck's a father? Mom must've shot him
Dad didn't want him, he can do without him
Drink another bottle, smoke marijuana
Take a Klonopin
You can hear a pin drop, when I get pissed off
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna ball my fists up
I don't wanna calm down, I don't wanna listen
Rather throw fists, and get a conviction
You know what it is, put that shitbag in prison
I don't need a lecture, this shit's depressing
Me venting is probably the best thing
I'm white, so
I'm-I'm, I'm white, so
I'm white, so
(I'm white, so, I'm white, so)
I'm white, so
You know, I never had no problems
Hold up, wait
I'm white, so
You know, I bet, I'm the problem
Came from the bottom
They tell me, use my words
Be careful, watch what I say
I say, fuck that shit
Oh, by the way, I'm not okay
Stuck in a cage, let me explain
What it feels like bein' out on stage
Whole bunch of people shoutin' my name
So hard to breathe, got a mountain of pain
They drive from all over to shake my hand, or give me a hug
That drives me crazy, that a stranger actually gives a fuck
I'm not bitchin', I'm just sayin', this shit actually sucks
My fans act better than the people that I actually love
Why don't I feel life? 'Cause I feel like
If I don't take my pills, I ain't gonna feel right
Motherfuckers talk shit, I don't really feel nice
I feel like y'all scared like some field mice
Feel like I might go psycho
Drivin' down the road with my eyes closed
Dealin' with a different kind of white boy
Real shit, no vanilla ice, though
I'm white, so
I'm-I'm, I'm white, so
I'm white, so
(I'm white, so, I'm white, so)
Came from a broke home
What the fuck's a father?
Mom must've shot him
Dad, didn't want him
He can do without him
Drink another bottle
Smoke marijuana
Take a Klonopin
Writer(s): Vaughn Freitag, Adam Calhoun
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