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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Verb T
Performer
Illinformed
Illinformed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leigh
William Leigh
Composer
Thomas Conning
Thomas Conning
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Illinformed
Illinformed
Producer

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So let me take a minute, just sit right there
I medicate in deep space in my chair
The master of this art, I’m dropping there's no competition I can’t be bothered
I don’t want no parts in your ego contest, I'm one step closer to things that I want best
On stage, moving the crowds like a bomb threat
You are not a star, don’t act like you’re on set
They're reckless, act like they want death, under pressure, snap cause they want rest
Take a breather, that may just be the thing that saves you, what makes you a believer
Stop doubting yourself, your health is worth more than a mountain of wealth
Gotta love who you are, be proud of yourself, ready for the next round at the sound of the bell
But nothing is new, I’m looking for something to do
They know that I suffered the blues
But someone can save me, I’m wondering who
Welcome back into the world of fog
It’s a real short trip I’m returning from
Every chance that I’m given now I appreciate
It’s like a fine wine when you see me age
I write this on the speeding train
Headed to another stage in life
I’m doing the same
Reach new people and heights friends, always got time if you speak to them right
Every person deserve their respect, that’s something your ego's first to forget
Then the guilt got you up night turning in bed, or you just grow cold and you won’t sleep at all
We can fall, we can drift, we can stall , we can switch up the pace and get right back on it
See your goal , don’t be sidetracked from it
But nothing is new, I’m looking for something to do
They know that I suffered the blues
But someone can save me, I’m wondering who
Written by: Thomas Conning, William Leigh
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