the man from hollywood--
i can smile but its a lie i have this pain inside
im feeling all these vibes deep i push it all aside
so i tell you that im shy forgetting all my troubles
i go and get drunk when i wake up
pain has double have another like its subtle
a team without a huddle but now im by myself
turned my palace into rubble and holding all this wealth
love has left me like a shuttle my feelings on the shelf
tears are pouring like a puddle holes im digging like a gofer
im missing when im sober im sick of this addiction
feeling sick i need a shoulder cause hollywood its obvious
they're in me like a molar they fill us up with lie's
that you'll find out when your older got me like a foot soldier
and shredders into cheddar you make a millions bucks
and they tell you make it better now i swear the y hold the weather
its constantly in rain to live the life in hollywood
ill slowly go insane ill figure it out
i can smile but its a scam i do it for my fans
a shoe in, on the news im getting views an rubber bands
want to exercise my plans my message cross the land
i swear ill do my best i passed the test
im in demand now im wearing all these brands
and weights are on my shoulders the cooperation vest
you come to think it was a clover but my luck is more than over
and stress has just begun my words they're crossing over
feel my limbs are up and strung how i want to disappear,
and grow away like beards so far from all the madness
and the sadness and the tears breaking hiding all my mirrors
and clogging up my ears i hope they go away,
sick of playing with my fears and switching up gears
they treat me like an engine but non of them can steer
never grasping comprehension own agenda did i mention
im seen as just slave to play the parts they want to show the people
to obey they'll figure it out
one day
i can smile but ask me why im burnt out like a steak
i know the shows arrived but i chose to hide my face
why my time has to gone waist for luxury and taste
i focused on the icing never got to eat the cake
but its not up for debate im saying it too late
or could i be a victim of perception, ive embraced
intersections in the case to fix it like a brace
to smile again and mean it you can see t on my face
time to leave all this disgrace the industries to hell
but knowing where they're going i can't say i'll wish them well
at the bottom of the well these coins are made for wishing
not currency to sell but the will and the ambition
of my brothers and my sisters its a moment for a picture
to climb up from the ground onto the mound
just like a pitcher to paint up all the town in ever colour
make a mixture in the frequencies are found
all the sounds that make us riches ..nL
ive figured it out
No comments:
Post a Comment