Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Freaking Out’ by Adema. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adema or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I was so much an outcast
No one ever liked me cause I wasn’t wanted
I was so different from the rest of them all
Fucked up on the drugs, from all the speed
And I never got no sleep
Cause I kept on trippin’ over what they said
And everything that my mom said made me mad
And everything that my dad said made me sad
Why am I even trying?
I’m crying out, I’m crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Spinning round, spinning round, I’ve fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
You keep shootin’ those glances
Relating to the rawness, I’m a fuckin’ lost kid
Trying so hard to become just like me, talk like me, walk like me
You keep trippin’ on everything I wear, every time I swear
Even when it comes to my hair
It seems like you don’t have the time to relate to my kind
I’m not a dope pullin’ your life
Why am I even trying?
I’m crying out, I’m crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Spinning round, spinning round, I’ve fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
I’m trippin’ out, I’m trippin’ out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Draw me down, breaking down
I’ve hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Your dreamy dreads
Are you still tripping on me?
You’re drinking dread
Are you still tripping on me?
Now do you drift?
Are you still tripping on me?
Now do you drift?
Why are you tripping on me?
I was so much an outcast
Find a way to make it right
I was so much an outcast
I can’t seem to find a way to make it right
I was so much an outcast
No ever liked me
I can’t find a way to make it right
I was so much an outcast
I can’t seem to find a way to make it right
Why am I even trying?
I’m crying out, I’m crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Spinning round, spinning round, I’ve fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
I’m trippin’ out, I’m trippin’ out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Draw me down, breaking down
I’ve hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
I’m crying out, I’m crying out, I’m crying out, freaking out
Draw me down, breaking down
I’ve hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out