Lost In Motion
Way too stuck in my ways my pursuit of happiness is actively chasing it all away
Trynna make do for the dues but pulling straws
So I'm gone for the moment just letting it go to waste (Uh)
Could be pace that I'm moving that when my granny called
Thought to myself I could call her another day
And now my girl hit my cell and threaten to wish me well
If she fail too see me off of the stage she been missing my face
I can tell this only drive us further Wonder if distance is worth it
Way too hard to feel better when Im thinking of working
Way too hard to feel pleasure when my pockets is hurting
I don't think they understand it's lil ole me versus the planet
So that's why my call back skills could use practice
And that's why I can't come chill I'm Getting bills at the cost all my loved ones vanishing
I been starving since I had me a taste
It's forked roads I'm just hoping that my family can wait and hold on
I don't wanna come back late the last song playing
Come Home singing all on my own
Furthest thing from all of my fantasies I'd be mad at me
Even the thought of it damaging I couldn't manage
In the end It's a choice between Blues and Kin
Spend time with friendly faces or getting faces to spend
Yea I'm lost Yea I'm lost and So cold
So lost in the process So gone
And it's way too often I leave home
Yea I'm lost Yea I'm lost and So cold
So lost in the process So gone
And it's way too often I leave home
Trynna make do for the dues but pulling straws
So I'm gone for the moment just letting it go to waste (Uh)
Could be pace that I'm moving that when my granny called
Thought to myself I could call her another day
And now my girl hit my cell and threaten to wish me well
If she fail too see me off of the stage she been missing my face
I can tell this only drive us further Wonder if distance is worth it
Way too hard to feel better when Im thinking of working
Way too hard to feel pleasure when my pockets is hurting
I don't think they understand it's lil ole me versus the planet
So that's why my call back skills could use practice
And that's why I can't come chill I'm Getting bills at the cost all my loved ones vanishing
I been starving since I had me a taste
It's forked roads I'm just hoping that my family can wait and hold on
I don't wanna come back late the last song playing
Come Home singing all on my own
Furthest thing from all of my fantasies I'd be mad at me
Even the thought of it damaging I couldn't manage
In the end It's a choice between Blues and Kin
Spend time with friendly faces or getting faces to spend
Yea I'm lost Yea I'm lost and So cold
So lost in the process So gone
And it's way too often I leave home
Yea I'm lost Yea I'm lost and So cold
So lost in the process So gone
And it's way too often I leave home
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Writer(s): Eric Wallace
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