Letras
Feels like a barren wasteland
Surrounded by handles
And face lifts
Fake it till you make it
Son, that's the name of the game
You better learn to grin and bear it
And bury your need to share it
Rub some dirt on your hands nobody wants to hear from a man
All my family won't stop saying
"Son, you got it good you're out there playing the field
Making a living outta what you love."
But they ain't the ones
Drying out
Waiting for you
To come and save me
It was a hellfire storm
Hailing from the jaws of the devil
Red dot on all that I ever wanted
Corrosive on a spiritual level
Claws to my jugular
Teeth to my insecurities
And when I asked for a miracle
The mud on my name
Led me to believe
That while you saved my soul
God I wonder when you'll save my life
I hope you do
Feels like a concrete wasteland
Surrounded by cameras
And Pavement
Everybody believing their own truth
But living a lie
I wish hearing a phrase could pay me
All press is good press
Trust me later
You're gonna be thankful that
This is the way that it went
Son
But it was a hellfire storm
Hailing from the jaws of the devil
Red dot on all that I ever wanted
Corrosive on a spiritual level
Claws to my jugular
Teeth to my insecurities
And when I asked for a miracle
The mud on my name
Led me to believe
That while you saved my soul
God I wonder when you'll save my life
I hope you do
It was a hellfire storm
Hailing from the jaws of the devil
Red dot on all that I ever wanted
Corrosive on a spiritual level
Claws to my jugular