Sunrise in My Head (Sereen Remix)

Sunrise in my head

Sunrise in my head

Scribbling notes under my breath

Sunrise in my head

Middle-aged fella, he gon' set it right

He gon' demonstrate, he gon' shed the light

He gon' let it break, he got the scoop

He got the truth, he got the antidote

Says he got the proof, it was what he thought he knew

But they tore right back and questioned everything

Saying it's hell or heaven in, telling him things he never heard

The how and the why is connected there

They could put a bullet in the back of your head

"Wait a minute," he said, he said, he said

"I'm not ready for that," he said

I'm holding on to my winnings

And now it's in my hands

So I'll be loving it

Winning is not a symphony

Sunrise in my head

Sunrise in my head

Scribbling notes under my breath

Sunrise in my head

They just turned 21

An adult life with that old cunt, Donald Trump

What's wrong or right, and how to know the truth

Pointing the finger at you when no one believes the news

This looks like a fucking stitch up

Trickle, trickle down to nothing

Ripples and puddles, they chip away at struggle

They can black mirror you, they can back interview, ugh

They can put a badge on you

The future they have for you, but

They can make it bad for you

I'm holding on to my winnings

And now it's in my hands

So I'll be loving it

Winning is not a symphony

Sunrise in my head

Sunrise in my head

Scribbling notes under my breath

Sunrise in my head

The stars collide in every single avenue

In every single avenue

The stars collide and I

I'm holding on to my winnings

And now it's in my hands

So I'll be loving it

Winning is not a symphony

Sunrise in my head

Sunrise in my head

Scribbling notes under my breath

Sunrise in my head