| Still lost, still feeling anxious
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| Still worry 'bout the same shit
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| I made a hundred grand this year
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| Clap clap, clap clap, so what?
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| Still lost, still feel depressed like
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| I’m tryna find a way in
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| I’m tryna figure this out
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| But my god, I’m so human
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| And so I turned to my sister
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| and smiled
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| And asked this question
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| All we wanna know is where the stars came from
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| But do we ever stop—ever stop to watch them shine?
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| All we wanna know is where the stars came from
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| But do we ever stop—ever stop to watch them shine?
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| Or are we staring with—staring with ungrateful eyes?
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| I made a hundred grand this year
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| Clap clap, clap clap, so what?
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| Still hung up on opinions, still tryna find a way home
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| I made a hundred grand this year
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| Clap clap, clap clap, so what?
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| Still feel like I’m behind time, still worry where the day goes |