[Instrumental intro]

[Chorus / Hook] Yo, and these days all the same, months flickering, I'm spinning in space. Decide to catch the later train and watch the people in plane. Overcast in the city, see the shadows at play. Down Southbank chilling, feel the wind on my face. Is that the breeze? Sheesh, haven't felt it in weeks. And like a gunshot straight through your cheeks to your teeth. Friends dapping under trees, passing baggies of weed. And all these days feel the same, say rinse and repeat. It's like,

[Verse 1] foot is on the gas, pushing all day. Still stuck hoping that my efforts pay off what the bill says. And overdoing Uber Eats and working on my off days. Body running overdrive on frozen fruit and Yoplait. Slice, and where you fit from all the west. As Duge says, "The test, work through the duress," and if my hair goes, I know that I put in my best. But for now, I stay bound to the notes and the pen. It's like…

[Chorus / Hook] Yo, and these days all the same, months flickering, I'm spinning in space. Decide to catch the later train and watch the people in plane. Overcast in the city, see the shadows at play. Down Southbank chilling, feel the wind on my face. Is that the breeze? Sheesh, haven't felt it in weeks. And like a gunshot straight through your cheeks to your teeth. Friends dapping under trees, passing baggies of weed. And all these days feel the same, say rinse and repeat. It's like,

[Verse 2] A whole lot of people talk big but do nothing, and a whole lot of people talk shit but can't stomach, what it takes to live your life and actually try to do something. I try not to judge, but you people jump start it. I do nothing except chase my dreams. I work two nine-to-fives burnt out to my seams. And all this talk of time, it scares all the weak to their knees, but not me, I clock off then clock onto the beats. It's like...

Chorus / Hook] Yo, and these days all the same, months flickering, I'm spinning in space. Decide to catch the later train and watch the people in plane. Overcast in the city, see the shadows at play. Down Southbank chilling, feel the wind on my face. Is that the breeze? Sheesh, haven't felt it in weeks. And like a gunshot straight through your cheeks to your teeth. Friends dapping under trees, passing baggies of weed. And all these days feel the same, say rinse and repeat. It's like,