When the pressure builds up in my head, the life I lead, is not the best, but i'm honest and I'll try to clean up my own mess. I can't believe that someone like Taylor Swift, has the same amount of hours, that I've been blessed but it's a struggle for me, to make time to, cut my hair. She's out there singing, sweet songs to millionaires. When the pressure builds up in my head, I remember that I'm distinctly average at best, but I wouldn't be if I more money I swear, I'd be out there singing sweet songs to millionaires. When the pressure builds up in my head, I remember that I should just go back to bed, I'd win the lottery man, and I wouldn't even care, cause I'm on there singing sweet songs to millionaires. But I got no money, I got no time, and there's a million other things going on in my mind, I'm in the rat race baby, I'm running it blind - and they sold it to me like it was some kind of life. And now my knees are weak I can't sleep at night, I'm in the rat race baby don't think I'm doing it right - But I got no money, I got no time I swear. Yet I'm out here singing sweet songs to millionaires.