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I been on the side trynna spy every lie
That I keep myself from
I've been on the rise for a minute
But I'm feeling like I'm in it for a lost song
Coz when I can feel the gold in me, holding me
Trynna show me where the fuck I've come from
I come up with a sign that I'm riding the wrong line
And I'll never fly with this one
So hold up, wait a minute
Write a lyric that I think the world will want
Yeah hold up, wait a minute
Let me kill it while it fill it with a little more junk
I'm not trynna say not to say all the things
That you said that you wanna say chuck
I just wanna stay on the right lane
Trynna play the game like I give a few fucks
We're lost while we're still playing in the wrong arenas
We're poets trynna be the prima ballerinas
Round peg, square hole, I'ma trust my soul to take me deeper
So go fuck the mould, I don't wanna grow old as one more dreamer
I'm shooting past like a lost star
Fill your shot glass
Pour your heart in me
Drive off the edge in a fast car
Spread these wings when I, when I'm breaking free
I'm shooting past like a lost star
Fill your shot glass
Pour your heart in me
I'm off the edge in a fast car
Spread these wings when I, when I'm breaking free
So this is what accountability brings,
My humility sinks in
And I don't mean that now I'm feeling
Like I'll bow to see when I fit in
I just want to grow to better myself and
Better my health and wealth
Until I'm capable of giving the help that it brings
Capable of giving my family these things
Coz I've been on ground
And I've been trynna bound the hurdles
And going round in circles with this sound
Coz I've been feeling fear to fail
But only needed a sail to get out
So I just wanna grow to better the chance we can
Advance, enhance past the point of
Trynna live like I'm waiting to be found
I'm just on the bridge till I take it to the clouds, yeah
We're lost while we're still playing in the wrong arenas
We're poets trynna be the prima ballerinas
Round peg, square hole
I'ma trust my soul to take me deeper
So go fuck the mould
I don't wanna grow old as one more dreamer
I'm shooting past like a lost star
Fill your shot glass
Pour your heart in me
Drive off the edge in a fast car
Spread these wings when I, when I'm breaking free
I'm shooting past like a lost star
Fill your shot glass
Pour your heart in me
I'm off the edge in a fast car
Spread these wings when I, when I'm breaking free