| Still working
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| Still waking up looking for real purpose
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| Still trying to figure out what it’s gon' take
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| Still trying to find connection with some real surface level types
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| Back when I was young, I used to pedal bikes
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| Now I’m riding cross country, doing several nights
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| In and out the Sprinter van, pull up, get the levels right
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| Get a bite to eat, do the show, and then we settle like
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| What could be a better life?
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| But I’m still staring at the ceiling in my bed at night
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| Thinking 'bout what I don’t got yet
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| Why I’m not hot yet
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| Why the last project was something that I thought would make me something that
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| I’m not yet
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| It’s all a work in progress
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| That’s what they tell me and I respond with, «I guess»
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| I been wanting to get something off my chest
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| But it’s not time yet
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| It might never be time
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| My kid won’t get no screen time
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| At least that’s what I’d like to think
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| 'Cause my childhood was filled with tree climbs
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| And Oatmeal Creme Pies and looking at the street signs
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| I guess that he gon' be fine, or she will
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| I just feel like it’s hard to be thrilled in times like this
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| When our hands can’t keep still
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| And if it’s not Insta then it’s emails
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| There’s beauty in the details
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| So I’ma try my best to pay attention to 'em
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| Spend your day with this and it can get you through it
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| I ain’t seen an institute since I ended schooling
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| Used to hate it, now my dreams take place in it
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| Sun shine through the blinds 'til I wake in it
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| I just got done stretching like the eighth inning
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| Now it’s time to get something 'fore the day’s finished
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| I got
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| Well wishes in my cellphone from my classmates that let themselves go
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| Well aware that I’m well known
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| Know we had a stretch of time between us that you felt close to me, but
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| It’s been a minute since
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| Did I change or did they rob me of my innocence?
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| Inner city kids I grew up with, we had some differences
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| But inside gymnasiums, it’s almost like they didn’t exist
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| Time’s tickin', my mom’s 50
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| Told me that she been thinkin' 'bout spending time different
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| It’s more precious, what if I took the same method at 21 and adopted it?
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m tripping for dipping out of town while my pops living
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| still
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| Palms itching, but this money is not Benadryl
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| Ain’t no pattern to the way I tend to feel
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| It’s all over the place
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| I’ma lower the shades and sleep in
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| I ran into a kid I grew up with
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| He shook my hand and told me, «No one thought you’d do this shit»
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| I can’t relate, but see, I understand
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| 'Cause when they hear me now compared to back then it’s like, «Who is this?»
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| Don’t know if I changed, but the music did
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| In my old shit, I used to just admit things
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| Now I sit around and wonder, «Is that something you admit?»
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| 'Cause when I hear it, all I do is cringe
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| I guess I did change
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| Two years in ATL
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| Before I moved, I had never got drunk
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| Now I’m getting tore up like an ACL
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| Meeting people that my friends idolize
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| That they only ever get a chance to see on they TL
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| Artists that they playing through a JBL
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| In somebody’s basement, smoking, getting wasted
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| Something in the air and I can taste it
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| 2018 I couldn’t be on my own
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| Every night I’d call a girl and fall asleep on the phone
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| I guess it was how I coped with leaving from home
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| Discipline, I gotta keep in control
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| It gets more difficult to rap every day
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| 'Cause it’s less and less things that feel like worth saying
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| Nothing is for sure except life sure ends
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| I tried to keep that in mind but it’s not workin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RIVER ROAD , by - Jack Harlow. Song from the album Confetti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп