Covert Discretion Lyrics - Freeman - Aaron Freeman

Convert discretion in a hotel room 

Ain't it always the same 

Another gig now, got an achin' head 

And I'm back on display 

Ain't no thing though, all the fans agree, we killed it tonight 

Back at the hotel, watching CNN, still scared for my life 

So where is the party going on? 

It's no fair to make me stay alone 

Down in the lobby there's a couple left 

Have them buy me a round 

I'm your best friend I'm your superstar 

Yeah I'm down with the brown 

We in the bathroom let's be super cool 

You gotta a little bit left 

What a special thing, I'm your trophy boy 

Get the fuck out my face 

You will go home satisfied 

I'll be blacked out for the night 

In the morning I can't remember, I can't remember a thing 

I'm on the bus now 

They won't look at me, man it's always the same 

I'm a broken, why can't you see? 

Can't you give me your hand? 

No, I'm the bad guy, don't appreciate, can't you see who I am? 

I'm on my last leg, I can't see 

I wasn't trying to blow your fantasy 

Another chance now, I'm on the stage again 

But this time I don't fly 

You all just left me, just walked away. Alone up there to die. 

It was the next day got a couple calls making sure I'm alive 

Man you gotta end this, just walk away Your money or your life. 

So save your judgments for someone else 

And be grateful I saved me from myself 

Fuck you all I gotta reason to live 

And I never gonna die 

Fuck you all I gotta reason to live 

And I never gonna die 

Fuck you all I gotta reason to live 

And I never gonna die 

Fuck you all I gotta reason to live 

And I never gonna die