| 作曲 : Greenwood, Stacey | |
| Verse I | |
| Look at me, what you see? | |
| Is it him or me? Critic's is dissing me hard was this meant to be? | |
| The feeling I'm feeling is real, and it's stealing, the meaning to stay in this field | |
| Many men of tried it, few have ever made it | |
| Most taken out fighting sin temptations | |
| I separate my English, like the French | |
| When I fall, get down repent, what don't ye get? | |
| Chorus | |
| Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me | |
| God and society Break Down Chorus | |
| If do I could fall, if I don't I will crawl. | |
| It's so hard having all, isn't this what I want | |
| I stepped out, fell down, Got up, what now | |
| Verse II | |
| Put yourself in my shoes, with my crew, | |
| I lose take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view | |
| I stopped caring what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, | |
| Stereo, types cause I'm white, the harder I write, the more lies on my life | |
| Ye tell it in spite | |
| Right to my face, or stab me in the back | |
| Manic depressive no, but I might just snap | |
| Verse III | |
| This position's warn out, I want out | |
| It's what I wanted not what I thought | |
| It was when I was poor now I'm cornered | |
| Knowing now it's in the past with the wack raps | |
| I'm signing 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs | |
| Most significant feeling like I'm infinite | |
| Critics used to kick my backside now they kissing it | |
| What a switch up, thought I'd a give up | |
| Ridiculous, how I ended up, so what | |
| I ain't so different, yeah I'm a Christian | |
| Living still winning you got counterfeit religion | |
| I say it in my lines in ye face up to rise | |
| You hating on something that you ain't even tried |
| zuo qu : Greenwood, Stacey | |
| Verse I | |
| Look at me, what you see? | |
| Is it him or me? Critic' s is dissing me hard was this meant to be? | |
| The feeling I' m feeling is real, and it' s stealing, the meaning to stay in this field | |
| Many men of tried it, few have ever made it | |
| Most taken out fighting sin temptations | |
| I separate my English, like the French | |
| When I fall, get down repent, what don' t ye get? | |
| Chorus | |
| Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me | |
| God and society Break Down Chorus | |
| If do I could fall, if I don' t I will crawl. | |
| It' s so hard having all, isn' t this what I want | |
| I stepped out, fell down, Got up, what now | |
| Verse II | |
| Put yourself in my shoes, with my crew, | |
| I lose take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view | |
| I stopped caring what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, | |
| Stereo, types cause I' m white, the harder I write, the more lies on my life | |
| Ye tell it in spite | |
| Right to my face, or stab me in the back | |
| Manic depressive no, but I might just snap | |
| Verse III | |
| This position' s warn out, I want out | |
| It' s what I wanted not what I thought | |
| It was when I was poor now I' m cornered | |
| Knowing now it' s in the past with the wack raps | |
| I' m signing 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs | |
| Most significant feeling like I' m infinite | |
| Critics used to kick my backside now they kissing it | |
| What a switch up, thought I' d a give up | |
| Ridiculous, how I ended up, so what | |
| I ain' t so different, yeah I' m a Christian | |
| Living still winning you got counterfeit religion | |
| I say it in my lines in ye face up to rise | |
| You hating on something that you ain' t even tried |
| zuò qǔ : Greenwood, Stacey | |
| Verse I | |
| Look at me, what you see? | |
| Is it him or me? Critic' s is dissing me hard was this meant to be? | |
| The feeling I' m feeling is real, and it' s stealing, the meaning to stay in this field | |
| Many men of tried it, few have ever made it | |
| Most taken out fighting sin temptations | |
| I separate my English, like the French | |
| When I fall, get down repent, what don' t ye get? | |
| Chorus | |
| Rocking me constantly, being somebody, the pressures is calling me | |
| God and society Break Down Chorus | |
| If do I could fall, if I don' t I will crawl. | |
| It' s so hard having all, isn' t this what I want | |
| I stepped out, fell down, Got up, what now | |
| Verse II | |
| Put yourself in my shoes, with my crew, | |
| I lose take a ride right through my mind, birds eye view | |
| I stopped caring what yall think a year ago, here we go, radio, video, | |
| Stereo, types cause I' m white, the harder I write, the more lies on my life | |
| Ye tell it in spite | |
| Right to my face, or stab me in the back | |
| Manic depressive no, but I might just snap | |
| Verse III | |
| This position' s warn out, I want out | |
| It' s what I wanted not what I thought | |
| It was when I was poor now I' m cornered | |
| Knowing now it' s in the past with the wack raps | |
| I' m signing 99 hundred 9 lines of autographs | |
| Most significant feeling like I' m infinite | |
| Critics used to kick my backside now they kissing it | |
| What a switch up, thought I' d a give up | |
| Ridiculous, how I ended up, so what | |
| I ain' t so different, yeah I' m a Christian | |
| Living still winning you got counterfeit religion | |
| I say it in my lines in ye face up to rise | |
| You hating on something that you ain' t even tried |
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