[Chorus: Stacey Michelle]
Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a schizo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Which ever way the wind blows
They gon' ask me why I change and where did Chris go
A stoned soul away from fame, rocked up in this glass house
With the fucking world watching every movement through the windows
It's a cold world, and it predicts snow
Got me stressed out, sitting with a spliff rolled
Thinking back to when I started as a kid, yo
Blind to the biz, all I knew was how to spit flows
Young teen so damn naive, learning jedi mind tricks with immortal techniques
Eminem's LPs with some F.A.B., X to the Z, Snoopy D.O. double G, D.R.E
Skipping church, staying home alone to scribble down a written verse
Dreaming that one day making music be what I did for work
I follow through with that, but always seem to hit reverse
Like maybe I'm scared of being famous cause it's a gift and curse
No time to be an introvert, cause now I gotta be in front of the camera every fucking where that it follows me
Ain't no alone time, just studio time
Haven't seen my family in weeks, there ain't no time
When the tours booked, then it's road time
Sound check, hotel, then it's show time
Mr. Hyde got Dr. Jekyll playing second fiddle
And now I'm stuck in the middle
Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a schizo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Which ever way the wind blows
They gon' ask me why I change and where did Chris go
A stoned soul away from fame, rocked up in this glass house
With the fucking world watching every movement through the windows
It's a cold world, and it predicts snow
Got me stressed out, sitting with a spliff rolled
Thinking back to when I started as a kid, yo
Blind to the biz, all I knew was how to spit flows
Young teen so damn naive, learning jedi mind tricks with immortal techniques
Eminem's LPs with some F.A.B., X to the Z, Snoopy D.O. double G, D.R.E
Skipping church, staying home alone to scribble down a written verse
Dreaming that one day making music be what I did for work
I follow through with that, but always seem to hit reverse
Like maybe I'm scared of being famous cause it's a gift and curse
No time to be an introvert, cause now I gotta be in front of the camera every fucking where that it follows me
Ain't no alone time, just studio time
Haven't seen my family in weeks, there ain't no time
When the tours booked, then it's road time
Sound check, hotel, then it's show time
Mr. Hyde got Dr. Jekyll playing second fiddle
And now I'm stuck in the middle
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