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    I miss the days when no one even knew my name
    Now everywhere I go, I wear a hat to hide my face
    I got weapons hidden inside every room in my place
    Now I have to keep a pistol on me always just in case
    This is a nightmare, never expected the fame
    To be something I would wrestle with and fight to embrace
    Sometimes I feel like the love I get's outweighed by the hate
    I hid the tears, but I can't hide from the pain
    I'm workin' 20-hour days, can't even lie to y'all, I'm burnt out
    I sleep on my weight bench, tryna find the strength to work out
    Should be happy I'm successful, I just went and bought my first house
    Thought money would help, cure my depression, but it's worse, how?
    Tired of it, lucky I don't have a manager 'cause I'd be firin' him
    Tired of talkin' to other artists who just wanna tell me I'm inspirin' 'em
    Parents keep tellin' me they have a kid and they're thankful the child is admirin' me
    Great, you wanna know how I feel? I might kill myself before retiring

    I'm in the clouds
    I can't reach the ground
    They're comin' in crowds
    Blew me up like a balloon and let me

    Go, watch me float away, well, I scream: No
    Every time I get close, they pull out their phones
    Like "Maybe this time we can see him explode"
    Blew me up like a balloon and let me go
    They all throwin' rocks 'cause they're tryna poke holes
    They wanna see me pop, they don't wanna see me blow
    They're the reason that I'm gone, they don't wanna see me blow
    Blew me up like a balloon and left me

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    I miss the times when I could go outside
    I didn't have to watch my back outta the corner of my eye
    I didn't have to fake a smile and pose for pictures all the time
    Can't even lie, I miss when time was really mine
    Now I just belong to everybody else but me
    These panic attacks are makin' it awful hard to breathe
    Built a vocal booth inside the crib and stopped makin' beats
    Don't even rap, I stand inside of it and scream
    Like this is not what I expected, I worked my hands to the bone
    And my anxiety is triggered by the apps on my phone
    I tried deleting them, so the Internet would leave me alone
    But the lack of attention made me feel worse than before
    I'm sick of it all
    The Internet watchin' me trip when I fall
    Embarrassed that everyone witnesses all
    My illness isn't real tired, man, I'm addicted to y'all
    Rappers on Twitter don't get me at all
    They're posing for photos with fans in the mall
    I'm dying inside, pretending I'm strong
    I'm not a celebrity, I am just Tom

    I'm in the clouds
    I can't reach the ground (huh)
    They're comin' in crowds (fuck, I'm so scared)
    Blew me up like a balloon and let me (I can't face it anymore)

    Go, watch me float away, well, I scream: No
    Every time I get close, they pull out their phones
    Like: Maybe this time we can see him explode
    Blew me up like a balloon and let me go
    They all throwin' rocks 'cause they're tryna poke holes
    They wanna see me pop, they don't wanna see me blow
    They're the reason that I'm gone, they don't wanna see me blow
    Blew me up like a balloon and left me

    I miss the years when every Friday wasn't spent with my therapist
    Then I realized I hated fame and accept that I'm scared of it
    I got Ativan, Cipralex, Xanax and Seraquel
    In a Tupperware container, I don't touch, I just stare at 'em
    Breathin' exercises supposed to help me to cope
    But nothin' works quite as good as a bottle of Jack and a smoke
    I try to focus on my breath, but it gets stuck in my throat
    This never happened back when I was young and happy and broke
    I never thought I'd be the rapper all these rappers tried to be
    Posting twenty times a day, now I don't have no privacy
    Meeting with these major labels, CEOs with giant teams
    If y'all wanna do business, why are y'all tryna lie to me?
    I'm bored of the fame
    Every time it feels fresh again I'm gettin' more of the same
    Interviewers think they know who I am
    They made up their mind before I explain
    Well, because you asked so nice, I guess I'll tell
    Ain't been feelin' too hot lately, Jim, is there anything else? Great
    'Cause lately every day I feel like I'm livin' in hell
    I'm glad the music helps you, but I might really kill myself
    When this magazine gets printed, can you send one to my house?
    I'd like to own a tiny piece of me like everybody else

    Go, watch me float away, well, I scream: No
    Every time I get close, they pull out their phones
    Like: Maybe this time we can see him explode
    Blew me up like a balloon and let me go
    They all throwin' rocks 'cause they're tryna poke holes
    They wanna see me pop, they don't wanna see me blow
    They're the reason that I'm gone, they don't wanna see me blow
    Blew me up like a balloon and left me

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    Composición: Tom MacDonald

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