Sing it.

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