My Ordinary Life Song Lyrics by The Living Tombstone
They tell me, “Keep it simple”, I tell them, “Take it slow”I feed and water an idea so I let it growI tell them, “Take it easy”, they laugh and tell me, “No”It’s cool but I don’t see them laughing at my money thoughThey spitting facts at me, I’m spitting tracks, catch me?I’m spinning gold out my records, know you can’t combat me
They tell me, “Jesus walks”, I tell them, “Money talks”Bling got me chill, ’cause I’m living in an iceboxThey tell me I’ve been sleeping, I say, “I’m wide awake”Tracks hot and ready so they call me Mister Easy-BakeThey say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dankDrivin’ with a drank on an empty tank to the bank
Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brainThe people always different but it always feels the sameThat’s the real me, pop the champagneThe haters wanna hurt me and I’m laughin’ at the pain
Stayin’ still, eyes closedLet the world just pass me byPain pills, nice clothesIf I fall, I think I’ll flyTouch me, MidasMake me part of your designNone to guide usI feel fear for the very last time
They tell me that I’m special, I smile and shake my headI’ll give them stories to tell friends about the things I saidThey tell me I’m so humble, I say, “I’m turning red”They let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misledThey give so much to me, I’m losing touch, get me?Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me
They tell me I’m a god, I’m lost in the facadeSix-feet off the ground at all times, I think I’m feeling oddNo matter what I make, they never see mistakesMakin’ so much bread, I don’t care that they’re just being fakeThey tell me they’re below me, I act like I’m aboveThe people blend together but I would be lost without their love
Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?When you become untouchable, you’re unable to touchIs there a real me? Pop the champagneIt hurts me just to think and I don’t do pain
Stayin’ still, eyes closedLet the world just pass me byPain pills, nice clothesIf I fall, I think I’ll flyTouch me, MidasMake me part of your designNone to guide usI feel fear for the very last time
Lay still, restlessLosing sleep while I lose my mindAll thrill, no stressAll my muses left behind (left behind)World is belowSo high up, I’m near-divine (I’m so high up)Lean in, let goI feel fear for the very last time