You don't know what you've been running from
To yourself you're only telling lies
Sorry to say there isn't anyone
Nobody chasing you it's in your mind
The story goes you're made of clay and mud
Picked a fruit looking perfectly ripe
Just look deep into your flesh and blood
That's the place where he really resides
I don't know what I've been running from
To myself I'm only telling lies
Sorry to say there isn't anyone
Nobody chasing me its in my mind
The story goes I'm made of clay and mud
Picked a fruit looking perfectly ripe
Just look deep within my flesh and blood
That's the place where he really resides
I got happy
I got joyous
I got anxious
I got tired
I got debts and
I got money
I got rushing
I got time
I got lyrics
I got nothing
I got cocky
I got doubts
I got here to save the day and
I got blood all on my hands
I got rainfall
I got sunny
I got darker than Bukowski
I got friendship
I got family
I got better off without me
I got up and I got down bitch
I got every single angle
I got tranquil
I got wasting every other hour pranging
I got never been nobody
I got greatest of all time
I got not really religious
I got please give me a sign
I got took it way too far and
I got level-headed sense
I got quick decision-making
I got stuck up on that fence
I got me against the world and
I got the world on my side
I got me against the world and
I got the world on my side
I got me against the world and
I got the world on my side
I got me against the world and
I got the world on my side