Texty: Lumidee. Almost Famous. Suppose To Do.

I see light as a blur
So what is your concern?
Ain't nothin' comin' free
I just one day I learned
I'm playin' with the fire
'Cause I'm lookin' for the burn
Now help is on the way
'Cause I feel that I have earned

I'm tryin' not to sweat
(Ha)
Have we no regret
(Ha)
Ain't tellin' what I'm doin
But you gimme my respect
Some days I wanna write
Get the block then I'm tight
Stacks other bullshit
No words to feed the mike

Do I know, what I'm goin' through?
Do I like the things that I'm suppose to do
It's hard to pick an' choose, I don't know

Should I care, what the neighbor's sayin'?
Would I like the fame, if things just fall my way?
I pray before I bleed, 'cause I know