Chronic Wasting
Yeah that's life with all the holes in scripts and tricks that we hate
Knowing well where I won't be at the end of the day
Late at night, the escape plan keeps me awake
I don't believe my eyes, when morning comes but fake is still fake
Not today, not tomorrow, but we've all got it coming
Dying rich still a slave empty handed with nothing
Trade my time or sell my life
There's no difference in price
On my way up to discover
I'm in fools paradise
There's no difference in price
Knowing well where I won't be at the end of the day
Late at night, the escape plan keeps me awake
I don't believe my eyes, when morning comes but fake is still fake
Not today, not tomorrow, but we've all got it coming
Dying rich still a slave empty handed with nothing
Trade my time or sell my life
There's no difference in price
On my way up to discover
I'm in fools paradise
There's no difference in price
Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Roundy
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