I'm an independant artist, mainly making songs within Hip-hop/Rap. I write, record and mix myself.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#3,036 today
Peak #2
#2,037 in subgenre
Peak #1
Author
Sigve Løkke Kiil
Uploaded
September 19, 2024
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.7 MB • 320 kbps • 2:55
Lossless
WAV 44.3 MB
Lyrics
Yeah, Im shackled to these chains
Getting marks from the whip
Im weak from all this strain
Im a slave for perfection
Im a slave to the stress
Im a slave for expectations that are heavy on my chest
Im a slave to the people
Im a slave for the check
Im a slave to my addictions that I happily collect
Yeah, Im a slave to perfection, never satisfied cause I fear the rejection
Tryna put aside the doubt in my mind, cause my thoughts gonna lead to obsession
Oh no, what do you know?
Having these thoughts that Ive been through before
Oh no, please let me go
Im sick of my mind always being at war
Look, tryna make my lane, tryna push my pain (my lane, my pain)
Tryna break this chain.
Tryna stand in the flames, in the middle of the blaze
When Im raising the stakes, while you watch with a gaze
Yeah, got my eye on a goal
Fly in the sky with a passionate soul (fly, fly fly)
Dont wanna lie, my standards are high
I wanna deny that my self-esteem low
So, do you know where to go when you wanna learn to control your fears? (control your fears)
Or do you know where to go when you want your thoughts to disappear? (disappear)
I wanna try to survive in this life without having to lose my mind (survive, lose my)
Why do I have to go round and round in circles every time I try?
Huh
Im sick of always having to impress
Sick of always having all this stress
Sick of my mind, sick of my head, sick of everything
Im a slave for perfection
Im a slave to the stress
Im a slave for expectations that are heavy on my chest
Im a slave to the people
Im a slave for the check
Im a slave to my addictions that I happily collect
So, became an introvert cause of stress (cause of the stress)
Burning money got my pocket burnt like cigarettes (cigarettes)
Nicotine in my breath
Smoking like Im Seth
Always taking meds cause my head is a mess
Gotta keep a straight face, when Im in this rat race (race, race, race)
I dont wanna lose when I chase success
Hmm, let me think about this
I live for the cheese that I get for my tricks
Some people live off the bricks getting laid in districts
While some people live for the clique
You click on like, I feel a bite of blissful dopamine
I feel so fine, its so divine, addict for the machines
Its fine, go ahead
Go and put your life on read
Dont gotta read, all right?
Got the feed at night
Finna be a fiend instead
Like a sheep in a flock, we sleep like a rock
Counting all the fluff, while they reap all the stock
Were all part of the game, no one else to be blamed
Its a real damn shame what they do to our brain
Huh
Were all slaves, slaves to the world
What a shame, were going to burn
