It’s all about steam
It’s all about dreams
It’s all about making the best out of everything
You’ll know when you're 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 messing with my pride
Look, 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
And 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
Well I’m sick of standing in your line
So now you’ll have to take it
Take this to heart
I will never let shit fuck 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
My pride
Something we don’t talk about
Something we don't talk about