Thrown Around James Blake

[Verse 1]
Getting to my wealth is getting to my health
Couldn't be myself for long
Getting to my wealth, everything that’s right
Everything that's right is wrong
As an animal, programmed or it's not programmed
There’s a gun in the small of my back
An itch you can't scratch that takes me all
Takes me all over the world

[Chorus]
Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
(Gets me thrown around)
(Gets you thrown around)

[Post-Chorus]
(Around, around, around)
(Around, around, around, around)
(Around, around, around, around)

[Verse 2]
I live for a call back
History loves to rhyme
So I look to the past
For everything lasting