Every day it gets a little harder. Can't seem to get away.. I remember there's a certain place. A place I wish I'd stay.. I feel so lost within - pressured. I'm headed for that day.. Just one thought in my head really.. Do I need this fame?. Every time god damn I look at my son (seed). I see something I can't be.. Beautiful and care free that's how I used to be.. Like some god damn fucking freak. I'm so pressured I'm so weak. Something takes a hold of me. Something I can't believe.. I lay in bed at night and wonder. Should I go on this way?. It's the only thing I really got for now. And it's called fame.. Every time god damn I look at my son (seed). I see something I can't be.. Beautiful and care free that's how I used to be.. Like some god damn fucking freak. I'm so pressured I'm so weak. Something takes a hold of me. Something I can't believe.. So I see this face so innocent and fine.... and so fine.. So I see this face and I realize it's mine.. I feel the rattle.... So I see this face so innocent and fine.... and so fine.. So I see this face and I realize it's mine.. I feel the rattle.... Every time god damn I look at my son (seed) I see. something I can't be.. Beautiful and care free that's how I used to be.. Like some god damn fucking freak. I'm so pressured I'm so weak. something takes a hold of me. something I can't believe.. . Like some god damn fucking freak!