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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zealyn
Zealyn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angela Miller
Angela Miller
Songwriter
David James Williams
David James Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David James Williams
David James Williams
Producer
David Burris
David Burris
Producer

Letras

I'm chasing the clock Trying to keep up But I'm not getting any younger Tell her to slow down That I want to stick around And the same goes for my mother I can't help but feel this way What more do I need When nothing is guaranteed I love my friends but we barely speak I've got a job I don't want to keep My eyes trace the ceiling I hear a meeting Advertising a presbyterian experience Maybe I needed this 'Cause I've lost all meaning I'm chasing the clock Trying to keep up But I'm not getting any younger Tell her to slow down That I want to stick around And the same goes for my mother Admittedly I lost myself Living like I want to be anyone else Until you figured me out (Until you figured me out) Think I'm on a comedown What's the point of acting like I'm so profound, oh (I'm gonna turn it around) Still afraid I'm a waste of time A burden on all their minds But I'm constantly, subconsciously, considering what's killing me And I'm feeling it I'm chasing the clock Trying to keep up But I'm not getting any younger Tell her to slow down That I want to stick around And the same goes for my mother Call it a free for all Ignorance at city hall Find salvation in a mall Another victim that's at fault Cigarettes and sunscreen Addicted to the slot machines Find out she's homecoming queen and I'm I'm chasing the clock Trying to keep up But I'm not getting any younger Tell her to slow down That I want to stick around And the same goes for my mother I'm not getting any younger
Writer(s): Angela Kristine Miller, David James Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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