Hate when they call me super-star, do I look like a super-star?
Never ever rolling very far, ever notice I’m right here with y’all?
I cover my face because, they do not need to see;
Ain’t no gangta or no thug; I am just being me.
Faces, like film: leave it out too long? It’s over exposed.
The world smells of drama,
so I cover up my nose,
Getting “praised” by magazines, for my girlfriends and my clothes..
Now the fear of blowing up, definitely takes its toll,
It sends its demons down to your mind to take control.
If it thinks its got my mind, it better think again.
But YOU?! You have fifteen minutes to shine,
What’s your concept, what’s your interest, and what’s your design?
So you get your cover story, and your precious headlines..
So sorry, so sorry, so sorry
Just fucked you from behind!
I don’t want to blow up, I’m smiling cause I know,
All the pieces that make me, immenses from my soul.
My self esteem is nodding, and it it comes from within…
Drill Sergeant – N.E.R.D.
