| It’s hard to explain what I got the vision for
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| It’s almost like I’m tryna sing a hidden note
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| And I can’t even get it out though it’s it my throat
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| I get so frustrated, I feel like a misanthrope
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| I start feeling like my whole life isn’t dope
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| And I’ve ruined everything with what I didn’t know
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| And some shit my father told, it starts hitting home
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| What the fuck am I here livin' for?
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| I miss my friends, we don’t talk as much as we used to
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| I’m too busy checking on YouTube, and scrolling on IG
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| I tend to get glued to various distractions as my life floats by
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| Have I just been checked out the whole time?
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| I spend 85% of it online
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| And for the things that really matter I got no time (No time)
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| But wait, if I can get myself out of this broke mood
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| Then maybe all my listeners could have hope too
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| Yeah, that’s what I’m gon' do
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| I become who I am from all the shit I go through
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| Keep walkin'
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| If I could write my name across the sky for all to see
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| Then I would, if I could bring myself to understand what you are, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would, and I would
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| I’ma butterfly flyin' through a broken sky
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| God servin' me truth, and I’m open wide
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| And it takes courage to be still and go inside
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| I’m on a tip of liberation, watch me toe the line
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| When a yoga pose hits a yoga pose
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| A part of me that I really hate showin' shows
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| You get a taste from my post of «es
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| But my inner growth is something no one knows
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| And I hope it shows
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| In my eyes, in my music, in my vibe, in my kindness
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| And in my stride, in the grand art piece that is my life
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| And again, this is just a brush stroke
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| You’ve been running long enough, child, come home
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| Break it down, universe means one song
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| You wanna taste life, swim into the unknown
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| I know that I did my best
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| I’m not designed to eat, sleep, sit, and text
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| But thirty-first year is a vision quest
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| I know the answer I’m lookin' for isn’t sex
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| And it isn’t money, isn’t fame
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| It’s something much deeper than I can’t explain
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| And this verse is just a finger pointin' towards the trail
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| Soon you gonna have to walk it for yourself
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| Keep walkin'
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| If I could write my name across the sky for all to see
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| Then I would, if I could bring myself to understand what you are, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would
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| And I would, if I could, if I could, then I would, and I would
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| If you could give a wish to future Mike when he sets off to his walk in a few
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| months, what would that be?
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| I wish you remember this is what you wanted. |
| This is, this is what you wanted.
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| I understand intellectually there gonna be terrible moments on this journey,
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| where I’ll wanna give up, where my body hurts, where I’m thinking «Why the heck did I choose to do this? |
| This was so stupid."And the reason you
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| chose to do it, was to feel what you’re feeling right now, and decide to keep
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| going |