Words
Now that my days are filled with drama, I think of the word Karma
Is this match made in heaven going to be the Greg to my Dharma
I'm a soilder prepared for battle but it seems I'm missing my armour
And how is it that I get stage fright but I'm supposed to be a preformer
The words that I write sometimes make me feel normal
Yet the words that I read always make me feel so small
No spalding, no wilson, nothing round equals no ball
So how can I stand tall and not be called noble
I am scared of the failure but not prepared for success
I am afraid of competition still I demand to be the best
You see me and thats what you get 100% nothing less
And I will keep my mistakes like a ink pen to a test
For that is what makes me me and you you
Even if doo doo is what it is that you're use to
Even if I've confused you with things that I'be been through
I still must stay sharper than a brand new ginzu
Is this match made in heaven going to be the Greg to my Dharma
I'm a soilder prepared for battle but it seems I'm missing my armour
And how is it that I get stage fright but I'm supposed to be a preformer
The words that I write sometimes make me feel normal
Yet the words that I read always make me feel so small
No spalding, no wilson, nothing round equals no ball
So how can I stand tall and not be called noble
I am scared of the failure but not prepared for success
I am afraid of competition still I demand to be the best
You see me and thats what you get 100% nothing less
And I will keep my mistakes like a ink pen to a test
For that is what makes me me and you you
Even if doo doo is what it is that you're use to
Even if I've confused you with things that I'be been through
I still must stay sharper than a brand new ginzu