* I walk on water But I ain't no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My arms, I stretch But I can't reach A far cry from it Or it's in my grasp But as soon as I grab, squeeze I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze Into the dark I plummet Now the sky's blackening I know the mark's high Butterflies rip apart my stomach Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with You're gonna harp, gripe, and That's a hard Vicodin to swallow So I scrap these As pressure increases Like khakis I feel the ice cracking Because-- (*Repeat) It's the curse of the standard That the first of the Mathers discs set Always in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet Will this step just be another misstep To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect I've garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect The delivery flawless And it always feels like I'm hittin' the mark 'Til I go sit in the car, listen And pick it apart Like, "This shit is garbage!" God's given me all this Still I feel no different regardless Kids look to me as a God This is retarded If only they knew It's a facade and it's exhaustive And I try not to listen to nonsense But if you bitches are tryin' to strip me of my confidence Mission accomplished I'm not God-sent Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith And I'm not Prince, so... (*Repeat) ** 'Cause I'm only human Just like you I've been making my mistakes Oh if you only knew I don't think you should believe in me The way that you do 'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh It's true, I'm a Rubik's A beautiful mess At times juvenile, yes I goof and I jest A flawed human, I guess But I'm doin' my best To not ruin your expectations and meet 'em But first the "Speedom" verse Now Big Sean He's goin' too fast Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom? There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin' out my palm Every album song I was spazzin' the fuck out on And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on But the only one who's looking down on me that matters Now's DeShaun Am I lucky to be around this long? Begs the question though Especially after the methadone As yesterday fades And the Dresden home is burnt to the ground And all that's left of my house is lawn The crowds are gone And it's time to wash out the blonde Sales decline, the curtain's drawn They're closin' the set I'm still pokin' my head from out behind And everyone who has doubt, remind Now take your best rhyme Outdo it Now do it a thousand times Now let 'em tell ya The world no longer cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes And as I grow outta sight, outta mind I might go outta mine 'Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine? But when I do fall from these heights though I'll be fine I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine But I'll decide if it's my final bow this time around 'Cause-- (*Repeat) (**Repeat) If I walked on the water I would drown 'Cause I'm just a man But as long as I got a mic I'm godlike So me and you are not alike Bitch, I wrote "Stan"