Look Alive

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 every day?

Are you working just to bleed?

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

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 drugs, 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?

Fuck 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, fucking feel your heart ache

Glass 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 shit?

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 fucking realize she never gave two shits

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 every day?

Are you working just to bleed?

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

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 fuck 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 shit, I ain't looking for material things

I want the love and the music, and the fans that it brings

So what the fuck 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 bitchin'

Or you can take this as a lesson, and let your ears really listen, and listen

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 every day?

Are you working just to bleed?

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know