Текст песни My Ordinary Life (Instrumental) - The Living Tombstone

They tell me keep it simple, i tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea so let it grow
It 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 spittten facts at me, I'm spittten tracks, catch me?
I'm spinning gold out my records know you can't combat me
Thy tell me Jesus walks, I tell them money talk
Bling got me chill, cause I'm living in an ice box.
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 green, I think my grass is dank
Drivin with a drank on an empty tank to the bank
Do you feel me? Take a look at my brain
The people always different but it always feel the same
That's the real me. Pop the champagne
The haters wanna hurt me and I'm laughing 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
Thy 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 facede
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 if 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 to 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 losing 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