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[Intro] I wake up in the morning, its the same old thing Another day alone just rhyme writing (oh) It's getting a little old Feeling kind of cold [Verse 1] When do you say you took your dream too far And finally come to grips with the person you are I think for some of us the dream is too vivid And the gift that we've been given is the curse that comes with it If you strive for perfection and progress You beat your own ass in the process Man I'm satisfied never My shit always could be better Shit the verse I'm saying now could be way more clever I remember when there wasn't no pressure I just do this Before the music was part of a to do list I love writing but why I'm clueless It's peaceful yet deceitful Like a Buddhist Judas And its's fucking up my brain But somehow it's the only thing that keeps me sane I guess I'm like a little goth art student Take away his pen next day at school he'll start shooting Letras de cancionesBut arts stupid If you consider the bitter cost of this All the relationships I've lost to this All the times that I hit ignore when my family a friend ever called to this Cause this constant state of exhaustiveness I give my all to this A stressful endeavor like tiger woods probably thinks that golfing is I should get an office gig But I can't because I'm over here dreaming As I write another song I just feel like screaming [Hook] Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I just want to live comfortably And I ain't talking about wealth I'm talking about my brain I'm talking about mental health Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else The only one judging me is myself [Verse 2] Most people they got big dreams and big plans End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs A single achiever Can make a billion believers Look at the children they're all willing and eager Like when I was a kid I watched Jordan play And dreamed of being up on the NBA court one day Realized early that I didn't have it That don't mean that there ain't people that took that stab at it Like my man every day practice shooting baskets Dreaming about playing for the magic or mavericks High school star a 30 point a night average 4 year college starter alright average Didn't get drafted Still he could see the dream Now he's 35 playing for some European team Knees fucked up constantly throbbing Now he's popping Oxycontin And it's becoming a problem Had to move back with his mom And she want him to get a job But he doesn't have any qualities they need Can't put 3-man weave drills Under specialty skills More and more he eats pills Prescription refills He still sees that dream that vision and it haunts him A voice inside his head and it taunts him His mom thinking that he's on something And she right As he screams in the middle of the night [Hook] Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I just want to live comfortably And I ain't talking about wealth I'm talking about my brain I'm talking about mental health Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else The only one judging me is myself [Bridge] I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing... I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing... We can't all be heroes Shit, it's hard enough not to crack under the pressure of average expectations Most of my heroes were drug addicts So dream high and be prepared to fall really fucking far [Verse 3] Take a walk around the city Tour L.A. Listen to what addicted women on the corner say Study their words many of them weren't born this way Many moved here back in the day Thinking that they would be the next Dorris Day There was a role that she was born to play But somewhere she went astray Some people crack on the day that disappointment comes When they realize they ain't one of the annointed ones She saw the vision And she came here on a mission Audition after audition But she never called it quits It's a success and then she got older And the industry just sold her Told herself that it was over Now she never ever sober And it drover her to the point She can't control her own emotions or addictions But she still sees the visions when shes dreaming A voice in her head like a demon And she on sunset at the bus stop screaming [Hook] Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I just want to live comfortably And I ain't talking about wealth I'm talking about my brain I'm talking about mental health Stop fucking with me Stop judging me I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else The only one judging me is myself Stop fucking with me From Letras Mania