[Intro: Lana Del Rey]
Seen the world, done it all
Had my cake now
Seen the world, done it all
Had my cake now
[Verse 1: TJ Pompeo]
It's so fine I gotta get it
I say it's mine but when I get it
I find I can't even grip it
In my mind, but only in a moment in time
It was given in a minute
And He could strip it if He wants to
Make it slip right through my fingers
If my identity's in it, He'll sift it
Like sand of course cause it's too coarse to carry the weight of my dreams
It's like nicotine and them Newport's and once I latch on I'd be a fiend
[Bridge]
No, no, no
When your dreams are no longer far away
Will you let your dream define who you are
No, they don't define who you are
No, they don't define who you are
[Verse 2: TJ Pompeo]
This whole last year flew by
Pretty compact, all the contacts and the who blogged
Got that contract back in July
And now my comrades say, "A record deal
You got the cake boy
Just please don't be another Drake, boy
Please don't make that mistake boy
Do you really got what it take to make noise?"
And now the pressure's on, I can feel it
With every song I gotta kill it
I gotta pave my own sound
While staying relevant to what they feeling, feeling
Or have they already given the verdict?
Will my debut measure up to the ceiling they've placed it on Before they've even heard it?
I don't know
Seen the world, done it all
Had my cake now
Seen the world, done it all
Had my cake now
[Verse 1: TJ Pompeo]
It's so fine I gotta get it
I say it's mine but when I get it
I find I can't even grip it
In my mind, but only in a moment in time
It was given in a minute
And He could strip it if He wants to
Make it slip right through my fingers
If my identity's in it, He'll sift it
Like sand of course cause it's too coarse to carry the weight of my dreams
It's like nicotine and them Newport's and once I latch on I'd be a fiend
[Bridge]
No, no, no
When your dreams are no longer far away
Will you let your dream define who you are
No, they don't define who you are
No, they don't define who you are
[Verse 2: TJ Pompeo]
This whole last year flew by
Pretty compact, all the contacts and the who blogged
Got that contract back in July
And now my comrades say, "A record deal
You got the cake boy
Just please don't be another Drake, boy
Please don't make that mistake boy
Do you really got what it take to make noise?"
And now the pressure's on, I can feel it
With every song I gotta kill it
I gotta pave my own sound
While staying relevant to what they feeling, feeling
Or have they already given the verdict?
Will my debut measure up to the ceiling they've placed it on Before they've even heard it?
I don't know
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