[Verse 1 - DEMONDICE]
6AM, sound the alarm again, wish that I was stronger
But I guess I'm blasting "跳者" just a couple minutes longer
Roll my sleeves up, lace my sneaks up, before the weeks up, I gotta relax
But the fact is I'm a slave to so called "fat stacks"
And that's not all, as tall as I feel some days
I know that a "job that pays"
Can put the food on the table, but starve out the soul
And it's a thirst that you can't slake
But every minute that I'm late is 25 cents that I won't make
Fronting every day like I'm not the jealous type
I envy ordinary folks with no direction in life
I see 'em all the time, benеath the streetlights after midnight
Girls and boys, city noise, glowing in black light
Feeling likе I'm missing out on "spice of existence"
But it's not the kinda flavor I sip on, for instance:
Toking, joking, wasting time, lost in liquor lost in
Line 'em up side by side, can't tell the difference if you try, am I right?
And despite all the mess, they're foolish, but happy
Exactly everything I wanted for me, but see I'm torn because
From time to time I wonder what the hell is waiting for me
If I cashed all my ambition in for Netflix and a Forty
The scene that I dreamed of being in
The grass I told myself was greener on the other side
Still in the back of my mind
Downtown surround-sound commotion and haze
I guess I'll view it all in motion through a half-lidded gaze...
6AM, sound the alarm again, wish that I was stronger
But I guess I'm blasting "跳者" just a couple minutes longer
Roll my sleeves up, lace my sneaks up, before the weeks up, I gotta relax
But the fact is I'm a slave to so called "fat stacks"
And that's not all, as tall as I feel some days
I know that a "job that pays"
Can put the food on the table, but starve out the soul
And it's a thirst that you can't slake
But every minute that I'm late is 25 cents that I won't make
Fronting every day like I'm not the jealous type
I envy ordinary folks with no direction in life
I see 'em all the time, benеath the streetlights after midnight
Girls and boys, city noise, glowing in black light
Feeling likе I'm missing out on "spice of existence"
But it's not the kinda flavor I sip on, for instance:
Toking, joking, wasting time, lost in liquor lost in
Line 'em up side by side, can't tell the difference if you try, am I right?
And despite all the mess, they're foolish, but happy
Exactly everything I wanted for me, but see I'm torn because
From time to time I wonder what the hell is waiting for me
If I cashed all my ambition in for Netflix and a Forty
The scene that I dreamed of being in
The grass I told myself was greener on the other side
Still in the back of my mind
Downtown surround-sound commotion and haze
I guess I'll view it all in motion through a half-lidded gaze...
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