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Stop the press, everything a mess You can look alive, but you are not at rest And i-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 You're working everyday? 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, fuckin' 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 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 fuckin' realize she never gave two shits Songtexte Stop the press, everything a mess You can look alive, but you are not at rest And i-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 You're working everyday? 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, let your ears really listen, and listen Stop the press, everything a mess You can look alive, but you are not at rest And i-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 You're working everyday? Are you working just to bleed? I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Aus Songtexte Mania