| ‘Purpose always fleeting
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| I poise questions to the ceiling
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| Like an answer gonna come
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| Truth is too revealing
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| Life is much easier concealing
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| All emotions till the start on your heart go numb
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| I just wanna be in drive more
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| I just wanna feel alive more
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| I feel hurt all the time boy
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| I can’t see straight
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| I keep running on the freeway
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| Till I get blinded by the headlights
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| And as they go past me
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| I the last me, that I ever will be
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| And that got me asking
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| If living this lightly
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| Or shoulda been a little bit more focused on the place that my feet needed to go
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| If I died right now, no lie I’d have a few regrets
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| Wish I spent more time out biking steada smoking cigarettes
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| I wish I worked on music more steada, alternating steps
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| Probably should’ve talked more to the people I thought were interesting as heck
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| Probably shoulda gotten closer to my moms after pops drawn out death
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| I wish the best, I wish that, and all the rest
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| Sometimes I wonder if I felt more at home in my own skin, instead of always
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| feeling fake
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| Would my genuine moments stop feeling off and outta place
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| All my smiles seem strained
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| I walk like im trying on a wig
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| Or a mask, or a laugh, or a face, or a faith in my place in this path
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| But swear I’m tryna change that
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| And live inside the moment not the past
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| See the present unwrapped
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| ‘Cause the moments all we have
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| Till it’s gone
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| And I’m just waiting hoping the next one gonna last
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| Little longer than one before it
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| ‘Cause there’s only so many I can grab
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| For they all start slipping outta hand
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| I don’t choose where my feet move
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| It seems they got a mind of they own
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| Dancing into traffic, like they no regard for dangerous roads
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| Don’t you worry nothing, got the situation under control
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| I’ll be fine right here, wait that light there is looking dangerously |