It's all about steam
It's all about dreams
It's all about making the best out of everything
You'll know when your fine
Cause you'll talk like a mime
You'll fall on your face
You get back up and you're doing fine
"a considerate clown, a preachy preachy machine"
Is one of the sweetest things you would say about me
But I don't have the time for your distorted esteem
Why are you toying with my mind?
I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're f*****g with my pride
You think you're smarter than me
Well everyone knows you will never be smarter than me
That's how it goes
I gained forty pounds because of you
Was there an "S" on my chest
Well I confess, you were too much stress
I'd have a heart attack at best
So now I breathe it out, I breathe it out
I spit it on the crowd cause they lift me up, they lift me up, they lift me up
When I'm feeling down
What am I spitting out? spitting out, something we never talk about
It's called my ...mind
I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're messing with my pride
I'm sick of standing in your line
So now you'll have to take it
Take this to heart
I will never let you f**k me over
Stop talking down to me your war is old
Your game is over
So here's my coldest shoulder
I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're messing with my pride
Something we don't talk about
Something we never talk about
