Fuck all your friends they got no passion
What kind of icons never drawn blood
I thought you a legend, in your daddy's car
Got found in the desert, but lost your heart
You're trying but not too hard
Cause fightings just a lost art
Still got my eyes on the prize
I'd rather be dead
Then stuck in the vacuum
Where everyone's so proud
Of who they're not
Don't need a break, I got what I got
So what if it's nothing still taking my shot
Fighting for a small part
Failing with a big heart
But I still got my eyes on the prize
Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep running
Like a hurricane ripping through my brain
Id rather be dead
Then live with no passion
You're trying but not too hard
Cause fightings just a lost art
I still got my eyes on the prize
Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep running
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