Jamface – Front Row Seats (Letra & Video)

Front Row Seats – Jamface Letra

Two, three, four

I woke up in a terrible mood

Swing to the good despite how I should feel

Am I a buzzkill? Am I a Goodwill?

I could mean well, but couldn't these freaks tell?

Some people say I got my head in the clouds

But from up here I can see more of the ground

They see the ground, but space is so loud

I can cause drought, bring the rain down

I'm a singer, I'm an artist

I'm not genius, no, I'm not perfect

I'm the ringer, with a market

I'm not Jesus, no, I'm not perfect

I made noise in a strangers ear

Chased off the fear away with the question

Any suggestion was sent as a message

I learned a lesson, fix your perception

If I close this scope and aperture

Words and literature, figureheads and spur

Into my sign, scream, run, and hide

Indeed it's a lot, seek what you find

I'm a singer, I'm an artist

I'm not genius, no, I'm not perfect

I'm a singer and I'm an artist

I'm not Jesus, no, I'm not perfect

Tremors tremble tremolo, tearing into tempo

'Don't care if you do not know, pairing with the dead flow

Apparently death row has front seats

To what's underneath as these beasts defeat us

Fight these demons, tonight we're sleeping

Dreaming to keep those creepers weepin'

What is fear but a good idea?

What is here except what we fear?

I'm a singer, I'm an artist

I'm not genius, no, I'm not perfect

I'm a singer, I'm an artist

I'm not Jesus, no, I'm not perfect

I'm not perfect