Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brush 'Em Off, artist - Stacie Orrico. Album song Beautiful Awakening, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Brush 'Em Off |
Just about seen it all from the bottom of the pit |
To the top of the ball |
I don’t wanna wind up caught in the dark |
Feels like I’m swimming in a pool of sharks |
People lift you up just to watch you fall |
I don’t know why I even bother at all |
Seems like they only wanna take me apart |
You give ‘em your soul |
Wind up breaking your heart |
Sometimes I don’t know what I came here for |
I was better off with no fame at all |
What is everybody here complaining for |
They just keep messing my train of thought |
Seems like the whole world’s aiming towards |
My business, my life and I can’t ignore |
They all in line, they all in line |
Waiting just to get a little part of mine |
And I get so tired of them talking about me |
Everybody’s in my business |
They trippin, they dog me |
They just wanna use me, confuse me, they call me |
But I just brush ‘em off me |
I just about had enough with the games |
And as if it wasn’t bad enough |
Blowing up my cell phone, acting up |
If they keep pushing I’ma back ‘em up |
Cause that’s not what I’m all about |
But everybody’s running off at the mouth |
Soon as I’m up they pull me down |
What goes around comes back around |
Tell me if it’s something that I said or I didn’t do |
Is it really worth all of the drama that you put me through |
Now everybody got their hand out for a dime |
Well fall in line, fall in line |
Tryna get ahead but you fall behind |
And I get so tired of them talking about me |
Everybody’s in my business |
They trippin, they dog me |
They just wanna use me, confuse me, they call me |
But I just brush ‘em off me |
I hate to throw salt in your game or call names |
But half of these cats are 3 quarters soft and part lame |
What is it raw cane that’s pumpin in y’all veins |
Listen to y’all a screw’s missin in y’all brains |
Now everybody’s talkin like they know me, they phoney |
Cause they don’t ever come around whenever they owe me |
No stuntin, no frontin y’all |
You don’t really want it naw |
They fake and I cut ‘em off |
I’m sayin I brush ‘em off |