歌詞
Ja, iku zo
Jan, ken, pon
They tell me keep it simple, i tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea, so I let it grow
I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no
It's cool but I don't see them laughing, at my money though
They spitting facts at me, I'm spitting tracks, catch me?
I'm spinning gold out my records, know you can't combat me
They tell me Jesus walks, i tell them money talks
Bling got me chill, 'Cause I'm living in an ice box
They tell me I've been sleeping, i say I'm wide awake
Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister E-Z bake
They say the grass is greener, i think my grass is dank
Drivin' with a drank, on an empty tank to the bank
Do you feel me?
Take a look inside my brain, the people always different
But it always feels the same, that's the real me
Pop the champagne, the haters wanna hurt me
And I'm laughing at the pain
Staying still, eyes closed, let the world just pass me by
Pain pills, nice clothes, if I fall I think I'll fly
Touch me, midas make me part of your design
None to guide us, i feel fear for the very last time
They tell me that I'm special, i smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell friends, about the things I said
They tell me I'm so humble, i say I'm turning red
They let me lie to them, and don't feel like they've been misled
They give so much to me, i'm losing touch, get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me
They tell me I'm a God i'm lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times, i think I'm feeling odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Making so much bread, i don't care that they're just being fake
They tell me they're below me, i act like I'm above
The people blend together, but I would be lost without their love
Can you heal me?
Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable you're unable to touch
Is there a real me?
Pop the champagne, it hurts me just to think
And I don't do pain
Staying still, eyes closed, let the world just pass me by
Pain pills, nice clothes, if I fall I think I'll fly
Touch me, midas make me part of your design
None to guide us, i feel fear for the very last time
Lay still, restless losing sleep while I lose my mind
All thrill, no stress all my muses left behind
World is, below so high up, I'm near divine
Lean in, let go i feel fear for the very last time
Written by: Evan Ayers, Thomas Pascual
