My Ordinary Life Lyrics

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

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"My Ordinary Life" lyrics

The Living Tombstone Lyrics

"My Ordinary Life"

"Jā, iku zo

Jan, ken, pon!"

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 spittin' facts at me, I'm spittin' 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 sleepin', I say I'm wide awake

Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z 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 façade

Six feet off the ground at all times I think I'm feelin' 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

World is below

So high up, I'm near divine

Lean in, let go

I feel fear for the very last time

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