Limelight super bright Taking over ultra light Sweeter than ice cream cones It makes me wanna rub my bones Success isn't fabulous The paparazzi, it?s a mess The world addicted and obsessed Hollywood is full of shit Say what you like I got nothing to hide Ive been crucified, like Jesus Christ So fuck the scene and dress obscene Keep it classy Don't be trashy I'm not special or unique I would die for my own dreams
As I grow stronger my voice gets louder Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers I'm already dead inside Let my words eat you alive
Rise to fame, it's a game They own your face, they make your name Its all the same for bloody sakes Plastic dreams on silver screens New models, placed by full throtles Chased by paparazzi Raiding like a bunch of Nazis A danger zone, a global glow
Modern world, Jesus Christ Everybody wants my slice Heavens not enough And this world is super rough I'm the fever you cant break I'm the dancer, gunna shake I don't do, I just am Let me bust my violent jam
As I grow stronger my voice gets louder Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers I'm already dead inside Let my words eat you alive
As I grow stronger my voice gets louder Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers I'm already dead inside Let my words eat you alive
I wanna be the boy that you adore Without the label of a Bedroom Whore I wanna be the boy that you adore Without the label of a Bedroom Whore I wanna be the boy that you adore Without the label of a Bedroom Whore I wanna be the boy that you adore Without the label of a Bedroom Whore
So shut the fuck up with your ignorance And shut the fuck up with your competence
As I grow stronger my voice gets louder Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers I'm already dead inside Let my words eat you alive
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