days before fame,
take me back to the
days where they all
thought i was lame,
an unknown walking
a simple road, always
going at my own pace
but now i’m speeding
up to meet their needs,
a life without ease in
these recent days, all
the cameras blasting,
radiating in my face,
they chase me, i want
them to get away, get
back to my old place.
used to take the sub,
headphones in, took
the bliss, unaware of
everything around me,
now i’m always walking
with security, honestly
i have to peak over my
shoulder, ‘cause i just
never know what i’ve
got coming, can’t slow
up, didn’t realize this
would be my glow up,
want all of this shit to
just be over, no more,
if this is what it’s like
to be known, i’ve gotta
tell you i don’t want it.
cut the cameras off,
get the mics out of
my face, i wanna go
back to passing time,
miss the days where
i’d lay in bed, think of
what this life would be
like before i took a peek
right behind the curtain,
saw the shitty side of it
and wanted out quick,
but instead i’m stuck in
it, thought it’d only take
15 minutes, but the time
is stretching and i guess
i’ve gotta live in it a bit.
but i wish i could go back.
