Futile Caesar

Caesar, O little Caesar
Can't you hear me calling
I got a fever & I need a
Rescue till the morning

I called you twice
My nerves on ice
My heart needs advice
Let me down too many times

So I've got to move
Got something to prove
That all that I can do
I can do all on my own

I refused the help from prosperity

In this crouched position
I got the realization
That all my frustrations
Were all an apparition



Credits
Writer(s): Alston Blenman
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