Tryin' To Be Me

(album: Tommyland: The Ride - 2005)

I pull on up the driveway
And head out on the highway
And I can see them in my rear view mirror
Hanging out the window
Snapping a shot o' me
So I pull up to the fast lane, nobody's getting past me
And I can hear the helicopters coming
Drivin down the street is such a pain in the ass for me

And God I wanna know why
Whoever said it was painless
Should try and be famous
And know that I'm just living life
But nothing's for free
Let's see what they say first
Front page of the papers
Some days I find that even I don't wanna be me
Just trying to be me
Why don't they leave me the hell alone??

So I'm hangin out on Melrose watching all the girls go by
Then a hottie spots me,
Sipping on tequila, so happy to be alone
No need to call the paparazzi 'cause they already got me
Everybody's got a cellphone camera
Walking down the street is such a pain in the ass for me

And God I wanna know why
Whoever said it was painless
Should try and be famous
And know that I'm just living life
But nothing's for free
Let's see what they say first
Front page of the papers
Some days I find that even I don't wanna be me
Just trying to be me
Why don't they leave me the hell alone??
And I'm just trying to be me