Return from Paradise

Too close to fame, too far from joy
To realize we’re not the ones
Who need the fame, we need the cash
We need a future, you feed the past
I said, when I came back
When I came back to my matter
I said, when I came back
It seemed like no one even mattered

I'm too close to sane, too far from home
Too caught in ignorance, too out on tour
Two thousand six teens in a group
Too far from old, too far from youth
I said, when I came back
When I came back to my matter
I said, when I came back
It seemed like nothing even mattered

What’s stopping me from ending it all? (2x)

Yeah, I’m surrounded with parasites
All invading my paradise
Telling me all this fake advice like i’m really supposed to care?
I’m not into finessing, these women invested
On people they don’t even know
Then they wanna act like they in love but homie, it’s been like a month, yeah
(Don’t try to act like you got stuff to do)
Trust me, you got stuff to lose
(Try to make a fool of me)
Trust me you got stuff to see
Try to love yourself ‘fore you love a, ‘nother homie that know you never
I’m not try to be bold or clever, I’m just try to be more than ever
Like ooooohhh, yeah, yeah i went there
Yeah homie I went there, I’m too high I need some airfare
I’m too live, I need a casket
I’m too wild, I need a jacket
Too much drive, I need a ticket
I’m too foul, I need a chicken
Baby girl do you remember that I was the first contender?
Before anybody wanted her I was here to protect her
But it’s too late now…
She’s too far away and I can’t catch up

(This ain't GTA baby. This plane don't come with a parachute.)

Too hard to watch, too hard to be
Someone that I never thought i’d see
Too lost, alone
Too lost, alone
Too lost, alone
Too lost in my phone
I said, when I came back
When I came back to my matter
When I came back
I looked at her pair of eyes
Realized that this my paradise