I keep on running, keep on running, and nothing works,
I can’t get away from you.
I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps
I can’t stop missing you.
Why put yourself in the situation to be nervous again? You gotta just be confident the rest of your life? I mean, be confident, but I think its just a level of adventure and craziness and delusion, delusions of grandeur, like Hey, maybe I can fucking sing! Maybe I can’t, it doesn’t fucking matter, but it’s exciting.
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci Store
You can go and pay for school, but you can’t buy class
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem, or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
But I been talking to God for so long
And if you look at my life I guess he’s talking back