Hold On It by The Sideshow Tragedy Lyrics

The whole wide world is waiting for me
I got a feeling, I got a belief
I'm all out of respect
And my mask is slipping off my face

Try to talk to my wife, talk to my friends
Do you think that this could be just coincidence?
Am I actually getting taller?
Is my voice getting clearer?

Stepping like a monster, my gait is high over the street
I got my black leather jacket on, and I’m sharpening my teeth
I'm the motherfucker
The million-dollar man of the year

Chorus:
Stop and really think about this
Have you ever seen anyone this big?
Your dreams? Never mind your dreams, I'll be your destiny
I want you to think long and hard about me
I only walk on eggshells when I like the way it sounds
My dick is down in the dirt, I keep my head up in the clouds
You’ll never know my name
I'm so high you can't even see me

I simply must insist that you all listen to me
I've really got a hold on what it means to be free
Up up up and away like a balloon
My head is the sun

Chorus

Stop and really think about it
How long can I keep it up?
I really got a hold on it
Have you ever been with anyone this tough?
I'm sharpening my nails
Scratching my back
Really got a hold on it
Adjusting my mask