[Hook]
Stop the press, everything's a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
Are you working everyday?
Are you working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Verse 1)
Sometimes I, don't want to wake up
Because dreams is what we're made of
And we live in a world, where fake girls take fake d**, make fake love
Damn, where's the real at
Can't tell me you can't feel that
These layers that I peel back, now tell me is this real rap?
f** that, this is heart break
How much can take this heart take?
You love something just so much that, when it's gone you feel your heart ache
No wait, I mean literally, f**ing feel your heart ache
Gla** full of vodka, just to drown away a hard day
Damn, so we fell out of love
You see, you wanted him, and me, I wanted us
We would fight, and we would argue, when the fighting got tough
Then when I make a line like that, they'd try to guess who it was
But, what if I told you these lines didn't mean sh**?
Would you get the same feel, from when you thought that it did?
Like when a girl comes and tells you, that she wants to have kids
And then you f**ing realize she never gave two sh**s
[Hook]
Stop the press, everything's a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
Are you working everyday?
Are you working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Verse 2)
Sometimes I try to act tough, the pain I feel is too much
And we live in a world, where girls just need to hide behind their makeup
I ain't made of mils, these college bills are costin' more than I make huh
So I lay in bed and ponder, when the f** these things will change up
What am I supposed to do, get two jobs to make it work
Well what's minimum wage, is eight-fifty all I'm worth?
Damn, well I guess that is status quo
So all the rich are getting' richer, while the poor man stays poor
And sh**, I ain't looking for material things
I want the love and the music, and the fans that it brings
So what the f** you looking for, do you want the same thing?
Or is your mind set on nice cars, and nice gold rings?
I try to bring things to light, that have been locked in my mind
I put my heart out on a platter, you can take what you find
It's fine, you can take this song as me just b**hin'
Or you can take this as a lesson, and let your ears really listen, and listen
[Hook]
Stop the press, everything's a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
Are you working everyday?
Are you working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know