I wake up in the morning, it's the same old thing
Another day alone just rhyme writing
Oh it's getting a little old

Feeling kind of cold

When do you say you took the dream too far

And finally come to grips with the person you are
I think for some of us the dream's too vivid
And the gift we've been given, there's a curse that comes with it

As you strive for perfection and progress
You beat your own $$# in the process
Man I'm satisfied never my %#@! always could be better

%#@! the verse I'm saying now could be way more clever
I remember when there wasn't no pressure I'd just do this
Before the music was part of a to do list

I love writing but why I'm clueless
It's peaceful yet deceitful like a Buddhist Judas
And it's $#&@ing up my brain

But somehow it's the only thing that keeps me sane
I guess I'm like a little Goth art student
Take away his pen, next day at school he starts shooting

But art's stupid if you consider the bitter cost of this
All the relationships that I've lost to this
All the times that I hit ignore when my family or friends they would called for this

A constant state of exhaustedness I give my all to this
A stressful endeavor like Tiger Woods prolly thinks that golfing is
I should get an office gig

But I can't because I'm over here dreaming
As I write another song I just feel like screaming


Stop $#&@ing with me
Stop judging me
I just wanna live comfortably, and I ain't talking 'bout wealth

I'm talking about my brain, I'm talking about mental health
Stop $#&@ing with me
Stop judging me

I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else
The only person judging me is myself


Most people that got big dreams and big plans
End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs
A single achiever can make a billion believers

Look at the children, they're all willing and eager
Like when I was a kid, I watched Jordan play
And I dreamed of being up on the NBA court one day

Realized early that I didn't have it
That don't mean there ain't people that took that stab at it
Like my man every day practice shooting baskets

Dreaming 'bout playing for the Magic or Mavericks
High school star 30 point a night average
4 year college starter alright average

Didn't get drafted, still he could see the dream
Now he 35 playing for some European team
Knees $#&@ed up, constantly throbbing

Now he popping Oxycontin and it's becoming a problem
Had to move back with his mom and she want him to get a job
But he doesn't got any qualities they need

Can't put 3 man weave drills
Under specialty skills
More and more he eats pills prescription refills

He still sees that dream, that vision, and it haunts him
A voice inside his head and it taunts him
His mom thinking that he on somethin' and she right

As he screams in the middle of the night

Stop $#&@ing with me

Stop judging me
I just wanna live comfortably, and I ain't talking 'bout wealth
I'm talking about my brain, I'm talking about mental health

Stop $#&@ing with me
Stop judging me
I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else

The only person judging me is myself

I wake up in the morning, it's the same old thing

I wake up in the morning, it's the same old thing

We can't all be heroes
%#@!, it's hard enough not to crack under the pressure of average expectations
Most of my heroes were drug addicts

So dream high and be prepared to fall really $#&@ing far

Take a walk around the city, tour L.A.
Listen to what addicted women on the corner say
Study their words, many of 'em weren't born this way

Many moved here back in the day
Thinking that they'd be the next Dorris Day
There were roles she was born to play
But somewhere she went astray
Some people crack on the day the disappointment comes

When they realize they ain't one of the annointed ones
She saw the vision and she came here on a mission
Audition after audition but she never caught a glimpse of success
And then she got older and the industry disowned her
Told herself that it was over, now she never ever sober

And it drover her to the point she can't control her own emotions or addictions
But she still sees the visions when she's dreaming
A voice in her head like a demon
And she on sunset at the bus stop screaming

Stop $#&@ing with me

Stop judging me
I just wanna live comfortably, and I ain't talking 'bout wealth
I'm talking about my brain, I'm talking about mental health
Stop $#&@ing with me
Stop judging me
I look around and suddenly I realize that there's nobody else
The only person judging me is myself

Stop $#&@ing with me