"Preservation" lyrics

Hate when they call me "superstar"
Do I look like a superstar?
They're unreachable and they're very far
Ever noticed I'm right here with y'all?
I cover my face, because they do not need to see
No gangster or no thug, I am just being me
The world smells of drama
So, I cover up my nose
The face is like film – leave it out too long, it gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
For my girlfriends and my clothes
I hope they still love me when I shun away
'Cause I am afraid to blow

Want war?!
(Well!) war, we'll give!
We'll be rocking this bandana!
(Well!) so, you can't see shit!

Now the fear of blowing up
Definitely takes its toll
It sends its demons down to your mind
To take control
If it thinks it's got my mind, it—it better think again
I got the pleasure of the piano and this powerful pen
But you (You!)
You want fifteen minutes to shine. What's your concept? (Well?!)
What's so interesting? What's your design?
Soon as you get your cover story
And your precious headlines
"So sorry, so sorry, so sorry"
They'll just fuck you from behind

Want war?! (war!)
(Well!) war, we'll give!
We'll be rocking this bandana!
(Well!) so, you can't see shit!

I don't wanna blow up, I'm smiling 'cause I know
All the pieces that make me me won't be missing from my soul
My self-esteem is not a fake, it comes from within
"Come and take a picture. I'll sign whatever you want, my friend!"
Still...
(Still...)
Still...
(Still...)

Yeah!

(War...)

Want war?!
(Well!) war, we'll give!
We'll be rocking this bandana!
(Well!) so, you can't see shit! (ah!)

...want war!?