Frank's Crib

Yeah
Ahh
I feel low
I'm not that excited
Got pots of gold
But I'm not that delighted
I don't know
This that shit I was enticed with
But now I got it
And I don't feel that excited

I was far away
From the point I am today
Slaving, sweat with pain
Driven by the day
I'd be on top of the world
Flying so high
Leaving problems
Way behind
Already solved them
Peace of mind
But every time that I reach a peak
I see a new climb
And I see new climb
Success is not mine
Did I waste all my time
I pray for some peace for some peace of mind

I feel low
I'm not that excited
Got pots of gold
But I'm not that delighted
I don't know
This that shit I was enticed with
But now I got it
And I don't feel that excited

I feel low
I don't know (Yeah)
I feel low
Where do I go
Where do I go
Where do I
Where do I (Man fuck this shit)
How can I escape from this hamster wheel
Maybe I should move to Amsterdam and chill
Ride bike and buy a pass to Frank's crib
Maybe then I'd know how being stuck really feels
How being stuck really feels



Credits
Writer(s): Mustafa Sallak, Joey Hua
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