The Sum Of It All The Herd
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[Pre-Chorus (Extended): Urthboy, Ozi Batla & Jane Tyrrell]
What is the trade off in your life?
What did you pay? What is your price?
What did you weigh it up against?
What is the trade off in your life?
What did you pay? What is your price?
What did you weigh it up against?
Was it worth it? (one, two, three, four)
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
My dreams run amok, they don't take in my means
They break-in then break-out, they're making a scene
I wake up and leg it, I chase 'em with both hands
They float and don't care where my feet land
Gotta stay fed but you gotta stay friends
What I'd do for the roof over my head (my head)
The blood; the sweat; the tears I've shed
What I'd bend for the ends well, it depends
On the prize and the pride of the name I inherited
Dirty hands; clean heart; rose up from the sediment
I ain't tryna build a mansion or expand a settlement
Be an empty headed guest on Letterman, fire
Gotta keep the engine purring, and the fire stoked
Redemption round the corner holding on the higher hopes
Bigger than the music and all the liner notes
Good and bad, sum of everything that I had hoped
What is the trade off in your life?
What did you pay? What is your price?
What did you weigh it up against?
What is the trade off in your life?
What did you pay? What is your price?
What did you weigh it up against?
Was it worth it? (one, two, three, four)
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
My dreams run amok, they don't take in my means
They break-in then break-out, they're making a scene
I wake up and leg it, I chase 'em with both hands
They float and don't care where my feet land
Gotta stay fed but you gotta stay friends
What I'd do for the roof over my head (my head)
The blood; the sweat; the tears I've shed
What I'd bend for the ends well, it depends
On the prize and the pride of the name I inherited
Dirty hands; clean heart; rose up from the sediment
I ain't tryna build a mansion or expand a settlement
Be an empty headed guest on Letterman, fire
Gotta keep the engine purring, and the fire stoked
Redemption round the corner holding on the higher hopes
Bigger than the music and all the liner notes
Good and bad, sum of everything that I had hoped
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