On His Mind - Adam Tensta

He fits his shades.

Pushes the elevator button and he waits.

Five floors down to the buttom of the case.

Pullin' his zipper right close to his face.

Man, it’s cold outside

You ain’t know

He passes the playground on the groundfloor.

So he shots it’s glance and it’s still kinda broke, huh?

He passes some kids and remembers

Late summertime, early september

Blockin' the reflection from his windows

Playin' double dragon on his nintendo.

Those were the days he said

Not a worry in the world like them.

The kid that just passed walked right by him

As he pushes on the glassdoor on his way in

Outta nowhere someone shouts,

His name pullin' their cellphones out.

Askin' for a picture with the man if he minds

What can he say?

But alright.

He takes his sabres off

Even though he really doesn’t want

And even though it only feels wrong right now,

But he plays along.

Pose for the camera

Grin in the flash

Can’t nobody picture whats underneath that

He is a young without knee pads

If he falls down

The sound goes crash

Cause' of the bumps on the pavement

You tell him what he gone do when the fame ends.

When the radio don’t wanna play him

And the magazines don’t wanna page it

That’s in the back of his mind

Right over his head like a little black cloud

It’s right over the stove right now

So that does explain the heat the he sounds,

And the pace that he steps.

Always on his way, somewhere lookin' stressed

Sittin' on the subway, no licence

Ain’t drivin' no car, no plans on it yet

He sees em' glance

Whisper to their friends

Some of them laugh

It’s still to new to him to get used to that

But what can you expect with the year that he’s had.

They spinnin' his joints round the clock

He fades down,

Looks at his watch

Doesn’t look up for the next couple stops

Tryina avoid all the eyes that he got

And not to go over y’all heads

And you don’t know shit about what it’s like to be him.

Always in the scope

Scrotinizin'

It can never be as privat again

And the same thing goes for the girls

Always on his toes

Always in a twirl

Cause' he’s on the road

All over the world

Rollin' that stone

Bein' on his surf

Really who is he to know what their intentions are

He keeps em' low

And keeps away

If ever he would need some space

Everytime he on a break

Eveeytime he on the way

It’s thoghts like that, that circulates