Из альбома: Radioactive
[Verse 1:]
Once upon a time not long ago my grandmother told me I'd change
I felt like she was coming down on me so I told her no I'd be the same
Not knowing she was only trying to help motivate me to excel and climb
I was thinking she was the one [?] while I was stuck in a cage with my mom
Man if I would've known what I know now
I would've brought my head down under the cloud
Told her thank you and that I loved her but I was too cool and too damn proud
What a fool I was in fact I've changed so much now looking back
I wish somebody I thought was cool was as cool as she was when she told me that
[Hook:]
I see you the real you
Trying to cover up what's inside of you
But everything you do was make believe
Where your heart but your too cool
I see you
I see you
I see you
[Verse 2:]
Baby girl don't know much about what it would take to become a star
Hollywood is so far-fetched [?]
Work everyday but you barely eat [?]
Your girlfriend says it's a city dream but how can you dream when you never sleep
You looking the mirror and you picturing a light show
A glimpse in the lens of a camera behind the scenes of life is a type role
Yeah you walk a thin line, but a thin line is all you need
A thin line and an indy movie, just to break for somebody to see the
Toppling side the bottom of the diary you write [?]
It's just another day for a normal grub but for you it's another day that you try
Aside from the fact that you ride on the back of a bus sometimes cause your car won't work
But maybe you should take that bus to L.A. and put your dreams first because
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Black and white, everything is black and white broke down simple and plain
Most of us lost with the curious brain
Curiosity is looked at as strange
Stuck in that lane but you can't complain
While you look at another passing train
Wondering how, where is it going
Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling
To another place but your time is chosen
To live low key cause your dream is stolen
They don't understand, they believe in loathing
Lounge and loafing, waiting hoping
Homie if the grass is greener; look, the gate is open
You waiting for God to release the ocean
Sitting on the beach, 2 feet from floating
[Hook]