Freaking Out

Artist: Adema

Song: Freaking Out

Album: Adema

I was so much an outcast

No one ever liked me cause I wasn t wanted

I was so different from the rest of them all

Fucked up on the drugs, from all the speed

And I never got no sleep

Cause I kept on trippin over what they said

And everything that my mom said made me mad

And everything that my dad said made me sad

Why am I even trying?

I m crying out, I m crying out

I cannot seem to keep from freaking out

Spinny round, spinny round, I ve fallen down

You keep shootin those glances

Relating to the rawness, I m a fuckin lost kid

Trying so hard to become just like me, talk like me, walk like me

You keep trippin on everything I wear, every time I swear

Even when it comes to my hair

It seems like you don t have the time to relate to my kind

I m not a dope pullin your life

I m trippin out, I m trippin out

Draw me down, breaking down

I ve hit the ground

Your dreamy dreads

Are you still tripping on me?

You re drinking dread

Now do you drift?

Why are you tripping on me?

Find a way to make it right

I can t seem to find a way to make it right

No ever liked me

I can t find a way to make it right

I m crying out, I m crying out, I m crying out, freaking out