Woke up spraying, hatin life, praying.
There’s gotta be someone out there who hears what I am
saying.
Ate some shit, hate some shit, forget it.
Gonna go about my day just faking it.
Walking through the same routine, unseen,
I’m muddy as hell and feeling unclean.
I don’t know anymore, I can’t grow anymore
and if you ask me, shits’ the same as it was before.
Gotta little pocket with a little bit of cash,
Gotta a little bigger shadow to cast.
Bigger, bigger dreams…. smaller, smaller means.
Just passing the days in between being seen and unseen.
There is no answer, you tried to cage a dancer
And if you hear me singing don’t confuse it with joy
It’s just the girl that I was before I met the boy
