I can’t stand up, I can’t cool down, I cant get my head off the ground
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Everybody does what they’re told to
People are always complicated
There is an embellished self, a fraudulent self in many cases, out there
I’ll tell you this, we’ll never meet again, when I’m feeling this way
We’re not defined by who we are but by who we are trying to be
And I just want to tell you that I don’t want to let you down
One mans lateness is another mans waiting
Look at all these slave masters posing on your dollar
Where i’m going will you follow?
