Blow It

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Tell me which direction I'm supposed to be going
I mean my intuition telling me I should be knowing
I wanna pick the right one so I can keep growing
But I'm sneezing 'cause the pollen keeps on blowing
I don't wanna blow it
Talk too much I'm a poet
I don't need to know it
I'll just go with how it's flowing
Up all night need melatonin
It's a problem that I'll deal with in the morning
I'm moaning ya
Aw Yeah
Tell me I can't have it all but I want everything
I mean the price is going up on gas emissions babe we're fucked
I wanna feel it all I don't got too much time left
I'm distracted by trivial things guess it's my mindset
Gonna blow it
Talk too much I'm a poet
I don't need to know it
I'll just tell 'em come on over
Whoever shows so I'm no loner
And we can watch the world burn to bits baby
Just you and me
Five dollars per gallon I think we'll walk
I'd rather be inebriated
Where's the shots



Credits
Writer(s): Mareko Mikaela James
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