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The Real me

Duration

3:35

Genres

Alt. Rock

Description

A guys woman thinks he is wasting his time with music. So he writes a song about it.

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Lyrics

Written by Matthew Mason & Stevie B Guitars by Robert Siekawitch & Bryant Vocals Mason & Bryant Lyrics Mason All other Instruments & production by Greg Bertinelli Overwhelmed by this deep depression consumed in this darkened hole confused by these pointless questions Its about to lose control I'm stuck with this demon anger I cant do this on my own In my mind I'm trying to savor But I gotta let it go I cant take it I'm breaking I feel like I'm going nowhere These tracks that I'm making Just prove that I destroyed what was once there I keep shaking from hating decisions made that pull me down I feel naked don't rape it These feelings that I'm letting out CHORUS 1 I gotta warn you this is the real me don't think that you can fake it Are you blind cant you see This ain't no game girl I don't just scream and shout Music is my world I let my pen scream it out This is the real me All the lies that you keep spitting Is straight pissing me off Its the petty shit your missing That keeps tipping me off Do you think this players stupid Didn't think I would figure out I use my words to get money You cant pimp a pimp out I said it forget it The damage done there's no rebutting I fed it but you bled it Cant take this shit to the beginning You cant say it cause you made it Its in your hands don't look to me Its all faded mega jaded If you want me back drop to your knees CHORUS 2 I gotta warn you this is the real me don't think that you can fake it Are you blind cant you see This ain't no game girl I don't just scream and shout Music is my world I let my pen scream it out This is the real me I gotta warn you this ain't no fantasy Every sound you hear comes from deep inside of me I gotta warn you this is the real me don't think you can fake it are you blind cant you see I know you wanna be with me but don't be so cruel my son ain't no bargaining chip don't make me slap you You can try to deny this fear I am instilling inside You can hide your eyes but you cant escape This fuckin southern pride CHORUS

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