Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Look, uh
Tour bus sliding in the rain, headed out of state
So much going through my brain, I can barely think
Sometimes I get on my own and wander outer space
I love you, but I′m full of rage, our past is full of pain
On a planet of my own, living like a alien
Think it's safe to say that I′ll never be the same again
Never fall in love again, my heart is on the shelf
My music's full of pain, but I keep my problems to myself
And I keep my mouth closed
'Cause my thoughts sometimes could get too deep
My heart cold, my eyes closed, but I never go to sleep
I been all alone going on two weeks me, myself, and my sheets
Won′t call your phone, so we can speak, but it made me feel weak
Get on the internet and see the world laugh ′bout my depression
They're painting perfect pictures, but I ain′t buying what they're selling
Collect calls from the county, always could make me smile
Damn brother, you was just on the streets, and now you′re going to trial
Yeah mama, I made it out the streets, I hope you're finally proud
Youngin jump out with that K in broad day shootin′ at the crowd
Now he gets on top the stage and they sing his music loud
Singin' music out loud
Take away my name, take away my throne
Take away my fame, let me keep my soul
Uh, smilin' on the outside, inside dyin′
Listenin′ to a grown man crying
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh-whoa
Writer(s): Bryan Beachley, Eric Toddwilliams, Johnny Carter, Rod Green, James Lanty Hickson
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