Stage Fright

I gave you my everything, every little bit of privacy

Gave up my family to get 'em what they didn't buy for me

Dealt with the papers and not the kind you'd wanna dive in an'

Worked that in my favor, get buzz when writers started spitin' me

A perfectionist flaw, leavin' pedestrians in awe

Whether protested or not, I stir up their anger in pots

Of potheads with no parents to watch over the parental advisory sticker

And these laments that filled the text that I jot

Shit, it's like we switched places on different sides

Of where the speakers play this, you lip-syncing my lyrics tight

And connect with my clips, corrected by pigs

'Cause when speaking of clips, my short end of the stick is the grip of a nine