Zach Talent - Tattoos Lyrics

Look at the TV, more bad news
Look at the mirror, like "who's that dude?"
Why am I always in such a bad mood
Why are the memories like tattoos

Growin' older, I cannot keep up with myself
A lot of people backin' out but Imma come up myself
I threw punches at the demons 'till they rung 'em the bell
I learned that runnin' to heaven's different than runnin' from hell. Look
I second guess, but then again, I guess I'm never second
And when my confidence is dying, I can resurrect it
I grip this mic and I vent, but also spread the message
Even though sometimes I feel like I don't ever get it
I've been in the trenches trying to battle my way to a better place
I'm at a relentless pace, and you better believe it'll never change
Telling my story, emotion is pouring into every page
Gave those lemons to life, now life's the one making lemonade, and I'm
Making a name for myself, but I don't know who I am yet
They say I'm laid back, I'm tighter than some spandex
Trying to find a day where maybe I can rest
I'm trying to be the best of the best, with no fans yet

Look at the TV, more bad news
Look at the mirror, like "who's that dude?"
Why am I always in such a bad mood
Why are the memories like tattoos
Look at the TV, more bad news
Look in the mirror, like "who's that dude?"
Why am I always in such a bad mood
Why are the memories like tattoos

I'm trying not to panic; I'm trying to play the cards that I've been handed
But things are getting difficult and I don't understand it
I just want to stand tall, but I'm at a stand-still
I try to remind myself that God has a plan still
Put my trust in Him and let everything else go
I need some help; I don't have any help, though
Why do I expect it, when nobody else knows
Everywhere I've been to and everything I've been through, look
I've had a fist full of difficult issues
I've been offended, and disrespected, and misused
I find it hard to not just look for an excuse to live a lie
But I've got to live true
I've got to live too, but I'm feeling like a sandwich
I'm stuck in the middle, and I'm easily damaged
And nobody is listening, it's like I'm speaking Spanish
I feel like a wound without a bandage
No such thing as complacency, comforts no place for me
Will I ever make it, I guess we'll wait and see
Satan is chasing me, telling me to stay with these
Sins that keep staining me so everybody pray for me
Greatness continues to wait for me patiently
I won't be satisfied until I make the major league
I'm at the very bottom, just trying to make the team
Nightmares awaken me, but still I chase the dream
It seems make believe until I make you believe it
I'll make you hear my message if I have to scream it
These freakin' mainstream singers got me feelin' squeamish
I don't know why they got me feeling salty but I'm seasoned
The only reason I can think of is my need to beat them
See me bring them down into the dirt and leave them speachless
I'm speaking my own words; nobody's writing me scripts
And I've been sailing but I'm starting to feel sea sick

Look at the TV, more bad news
Look at the mirror, like "who's that dude?"
Why am I always in such a bad mood
Way are the memories like tattoos
Look at the TV, more bad news
Look in the mirror, like "who's that dude?"
Why am I always in such a bad mood
Why are the memories like tattoos

Why are the memories like tattoos
Why are the memories like tattoos