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letra de fame (i’m lost) - diesel clockwork

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verse 1:

flow so dirty i could use some soap
i been hanging with some folks who do drugs to cope
ain’t nothin special, it’s a common trope
yeah, the riskier the vice the thinner the tightrope

my life ain’t bad but that don’t inspire hope
how could i be sad with the wealth of a pope?
living ain’t so nice under a microscope
papercuts on my tongue from l!cking envelopes

call me a clout chaser but i’m chasin the buzz
asked me why i do it? all i said is “because”
said he’d put me on and i hope that hе does
but i’m not as naive as they thought i was
for most its slow but for othеrs they erupt
a best kept secret – that the money corrupts
evading uncle sam and the irs chumps
shovelin’ duffle bags into the empty air ducts

get a little money, start to climb the ranks
won’t worry bout the cost just to fill my tank
thought i skipped town, no bye, no thanks
imma stay where i am like a pen in a bank

i remember what they said, money goes to your head
when you make a lot of bread, and buy designer threads
if my name is widespread, i’d rather hide instead
don’t lose track of what’s ahead, before the day you drop dead

curious fans they wanna know me at my core
stepped into the game and now they read into my lore
background checks before they open any doors
i’m tryna be somebody the people can root for

back and forth, every single day
today i think i’m great but tomorrow i’m lame
the duality of fame, got me pushing insane
keep refining my craft until my name is ingrained

chorus:
i’m lost, can’t stand to wait, need a song to help me wipe the slate
arms crossed, try to hide my shame, thinking maybe i just lack the strength
permafrost flowing through my veins, finding ways to distract my brain
sunk cost, so i won’t complain, wish that i could come and heal your pain

i’m lost, can’t feel my face, please come help me lift the weight
dark thoughts running through my brain
need someone to come and light the way
got used to the same old same
guess i don’t want things to change
blindspot, the pitfalls of fame, kinda like that no one knows my name

verse 2:

look at me then take a look at yourself
yeah, you better stop comparing and invest in some help
i’m ahead of my time, teddy roosevelt
don’t you dare blame me for the hand you’re dealt

greed and fame that’s an evil combination
never stop working cause the fear of stagnation
life gets boring every day’s a vacation
turn a blind eye to the death and starvation

let me say it quick for the sake of brevity
i’d rather bankrupt than lose my empathy
yeah, i’ve wasted lots of time filled with jealousy
but, getting rich and famous ain’t the remedy
don’t envy a life of people blowing up my phone
when i hop onto the beat i’m like a dog on a bone
soon as you get some cheese, everyone needa loan
it’s funny how the money make you forget that you’re grown

bottomless funds but something is still missing
life seemed better with no pot to p-ss in
some things dont change like i’ll always stay driven
ain’t a thing wrong with some simple f-ckin livin

got an ego and it’s only getting bigger
listenin’ to kevin with my finger on the trigger
cat and mouse just chasing the mental vigor
desperate for some paper he became a grave digger

blowing up is such a fantasy
i prefer to live my life with some privacy
i can picture the anxiety
so much attention i’d forget the word sobriety

think you’re better than me? that’s alright
i don’t got a dog in that god d-mn fight
destined for the fame but its not your birthright
i be stayin in the shadows to avoid the limelight

chorus:

i’m lost, can’t stand to wait, need a song to help me wipe the slate
arms crossed, try to hide my shame, thinking maybe i just lack the strength
permafrost flowing through my veins, finding ways to distract my brain
sunk cost, so i won’t complain, wish that i could come and heal your pain

i’m lost, can’t feel my face, please come help me lift the weight
dark thoughts running through my brain
need someone to come and light the way
got used to the same old same
guess i don’t want things to change
blindspot, the pitfalls of fame, kinda like that no one knows my name

- diesel clockwork

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