Lyrics
[Intro Verse]
I'm stuck in my skin,
and feelin' no trust from within',
I gotta be plucked of my stem
'cause I feel a rush when I sin,
Is that normal?
[Verse 1]
I'm like Adam who came too close to desire,
same way I bet a chef came too close to the fryer,
admire the highest while my minds dyin' in pain,
I'm in my wildest days with these childish ways
want my mileage paid for this ride I been took on,
and I'd take it from your purse but it'd look wrong,
tryna be strong but I need some peace I been hurt,
and ya'll don't know me, you just read the insert,
judge my character, not the actions I take,
matter fact don't even judge me and we can act like we straight,
'cause hate only puts chips on your shoulder,
and stronger aches is what you get when you sober,
so Hennesy and Soda's used to delute your mind
it's none of my business but it suits you fine
I gotta loosen the tie, switch clothes in the booth,
become the Superman you expect, toast to the truth
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[Chorus] [Kristen Rae] x2
Look at me am I what you wanted,
Tryin' Too Hard now I'm exhausted,
I feel the strikes your talkin'
when ya livin' the life of Bosses
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[Verse 2]
All this pressure, the less of evil I 'spose,
since leavin' home, alone, the deeper I've grown,
in debt, cob webs above the bed, hard to rest,
gotta pardon the stress, I'm beat like a heart in the chest,
a constant mess, feels like my conscience left,
I gotta enlarge it but don't want a Hodgkins death,
so pause... reflect like the glass in the house,
to times that were easier I'd be happy to recount,
Grandparents gave all I asked out my mouth,
glad they weren't the kind that put plastic on the couch,
and Mom, well she'd buy jeans I would grab,
'cause all the cool kids in school recognized brands,
damn... to think it didn't matter any day,
if you had better clothes they say you fatter anyway,
took my confidence away and my soul too,
like 'yeah, I look pretty good but I'm no you'
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[Chorus] x2
Look at me am I what you wanted,
Tryin' Too Hard now I'm exhausted,
I feel the strikes your talkin'
when ya livin' the life of Bosses
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[Verse 3]
I'm burnt out... like a candle at it's end,
but I won't open up I'm not Campbells in a tin,
you got chicken soup in a bowl...
I got Chicken Soup for the soul, I been losin' control,
of the wheel, watch where you be walkin',
'cause I could swerve and put your body in a coffin',
I'm tired plus the Semi lights are blindin'
I hope the judge understands but our rights are bindin',
grindin' at my job tryna earn their respect,
but workin' this way aint even worth the check,
where's the extra commas, please let me know
now I gotta stack my check up with PTO,
no time off, no rest, no sleep,
is this what life as a boss is suppose to be?
can't get you to notice me until I'm flauntin',
now that I got your attention - am I what you wanted?
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[Chorus] x2
Look at me am I what you wanted,
Tryin' Too Hard now I'm exhausted,
I feel the strikes your talkin'
when ya livin' the life of Bosses
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[Outro]
Trace
Kristen Rae
Another Classic Made
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