Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Claustrophobic , by - PJ Morton. Release date: 20.04.2015
Song language: English
Claustrophobic |
| Just gotta be me |
| So many voices |
| PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah |
| Would you consider us changing some stuff |
| Like everything about who you are, ah |
| No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star |
| But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic |
| I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind |
| And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything |
| I can see right in front of me |
| PJ, you’re not quite street enough |
| Thug life my nigga |
| Act a little more tough |
| Or, can you switch your style up a little more? |
| You can be yourself later, for now we need the radio |
| But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic |
| I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind |
| And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything that |
| I can see right in front of me |
| Can’t see, the forest for the trees |
| The movement for the breeze |
| Standing on my own feet |
| Can’t see, what you might want from me |
| Think it’s better if we be ourselves |
| They clutchin' to my talents more than Catholics do a rosary |
| Steady ask, where that accent traveled? |
| You from New Orleans? |
| Gold soul, why I dabble with negative energy |
| When all I really fiend is a posi-sensibility |
| Not the hardest rapper, but I’m 'bout it much as Master P |
| Don’t play with me, 504 my home |
| Don’t you know that |
| Flooding through the streets |
| You should probably take a Kodak |
| Photosynthesize sprouting right in front yo' eyes |
| Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy |
| Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drive |
| Been the truest never lie and I need a little space |
| 'Cause I’m better doing me |
| Just recite if you relate |
| I’m claustrophobic |
| I have a hard time to fit into your small mind |
| And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything |
| I can see right in front of me |
| Another man, just gotta be you |
| I think that the thing makes us unique |
| It’s our differences with our treasures |
| Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box |
| And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible |