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I, I think you're captivating I, I, I think you're captivating I, I, I think you're captivating Yeah It's not the time to pump these brakes I don't care how much I love her or how much money that I've made That wasn't the goal, it never was, I'm tryna see what my zenith is What it looks like to believe in strength in all of my weaknesses Inconveniences are hurdles, discipline jumps over I wanna see how it feels to do twelve months sober I wanna feel self-love without the vanity (the vanity) I wanna feel what it be like to give a Grammy speech (a Grammy speech) I wanna see exactly how far I can take this independent thing How high can I fly if I just learn how to extend my wings? What would it be like to be patient? This is a "Me" thing What would it be like to stop shamin' myself to victory? So when I win it doesn't feel defeating, that's why I'm leaving I'm seekin' constant improvement I don't have kids, but I fostered a movement The journey's the treasure, if I ain't movin', I'm losin', for real I've been (I've been) Pridin' myself on all of my patience (patience) Pridin' myself on all of my diligence Pridin' myself on all of my curiosity I know I'ma get far if I work hard (get far) Givin' shit up that I fuckin' love to death (to death) When we called it quits, I was a fuckin' mess (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But I gotta stick to my decision (yeah, yeah) Got that tunnel vision, baby (yeah) If I give up on myself, that's givin' up on the universe In return, it gave up on me, no more signs, no more new alerts I be haunted by, "What if I went after what I wanted?" Daydreaming 'bout that nightmare is what prompted Me to keep it goin', I'm determined to see What life would look like as the best version of me I want a body that look sculpted like a statue I wanna not respond to everything if I don't have to I wanna heal the trauma from my childhood, I'm pissed off (pissed off) I wanna learn to snap less, and use Wim Hof (Wim Hof) I wanna celebrate myself instead of waitin' for others I wanna be a better friend, better son, better brother I wanna stop thinkin' that I gotta go through hell To get the credit, I desperately need to give to myself Across the board, I wanna see what my best is (yeah) I wanna prove it to myself that I can get this tunnel vision I've been (blinders on, I've been) Pridin' myself on all of my patience (patience) Pridin' myself on all of my diligence Pridin' myself on all of my curiosity I know I'ma get far if I work hard (get far) Givin' shit up that I fuckin' love to death (to death) When we called it quits, I was a fuckin' mess (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But I gotta stick to my decision (yeah, yeah) Got that tunnel vision, baby
Writer(s): Russell Vitale, Badriia Bourelly, Aaron Cheung, Chase Provost, Lukas Mclaughlin, Stef Haynes, Mashiro Ochi, Jacob Rivera, Kira Huszar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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