WHERE DID ALL THE PASSION GO?

I said something like, something like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, my eyes bloodshot, I ain't slept in three days

Face don't touch the pillow 'til the sun up

They say pain creates power, so fuck it

What about the ones who got pain and get nothin' from it?

Hope when I die it's the music 'cause I love it

Arise from my body, watch the whole stack plummet

Hope when I die it's the music 'cause I love it

Arise from my body, watch the whole stack plummet

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

Tell me where the love is, did we lose it?

We all one, the human should be fusing

That's the truest path to evolution

Instead we fuckin' turned this Earth to a sewer

We one designer, but that shit don't make your heart fold

Settle for a little tranquility, only partial

Fuck, you can have it all, go and get your chips back

And never let the powers of the world determine that

Watch the clouds in the sky drift peacefully

We just like them, accept you on your two feet

Just a branch in a tree moving currently

Nobody should die hungry, everybody deserve to eat

Hop in on that, love yours, kill the pest, move forward

Look forward, keep the motion, what I'm supposed to do?

With the information now when you pass away?

The clock keep goin', yeah, the clock keep goin'

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

Devotion knows no price tags

So tell me how the fuck they went and really price that

Moke the world, start digging a child for the right bag

Let the purest version of they self die or fall back

Let's try to clap your brain, run the hit to zigzag

Shootin' for the stars, keep a mic inside my gym bag

How you gon' shoot it up? It's be yourself or boot it up

And I fuck the substances, I find the substance at the lowest low

Children turn creative, akbar's nowhere to stay at

Yearning for a sanctuary just to seize the day at

Tortured souls stay tortured if they can't convey that

Thrills curbed by dollar bills perturbed and blurred to future and past

The summer's not recreational, it's necessity

Gifts don't get nurtured, leading to jail and felonies

On powerful societies, the one that values passion

Yeah, I don't really value passion

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

Where did all the passion go?

I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

(Passion, passion, passion, passion, passion)

I don't know

(Passion, passion, passion, passion, passion)

I don't know