Lyrics: 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 icebox They tell me I've been sleeping, I say, "I'm wide awake" Tracks hot and ready so they call me Mister Easy-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 laughin' at the pain Stayin' 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 Makin' 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 Stayin' 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 (left behind) World is below So high up, I'm near-divine (I'm so high up) Lean in, let go I feel fear for the very last time
Credit to The Living Tombstone.
