Veronica Jackson
Veronica Jackson's had a real hard year
Barely ever started yet she's living in fear
In her early twenties but late in life
Overly-obsessed with playing in time
A lonely lover so stuck in time
Never got the chance to just enjoy the ride
Her choices made on someone else's dime
And every day passes right in front of her eyes
I'm cursed to never see what's in front of me
Never understanding where I'm supposed to be
Keep wishing on a star to just find a path
One day be the master of my circumstance
Yeah
Veronica living that Brooklyn life
Wall-to-wall sardining where the meanings hide
Working to live but now she's lost her mind
A house that's never built can't stand the test of time
A restless mess, always on the move
Her man is always coming down with stomach flu
Those documentaries did always soothe
The facts were more concrete than what the future proved
You're cursed to never see what's in front of you
Never understanding what you're supposed to do
You shake your lucky eight ball to find a way
One day find a life you could appreciate
Yeah!
You're cursed to never see what's in front of you
Never understanding what you're supposed to do
You shake your lucky eight ball to find a way
One day find the key to those pearly gates
I'm cursed to never see what's in front of me
Never understanding where I'm supposed to be
Keep wishing on a star to just find a path
One day be the master of my circumstance
Yeah!
Barely ever started yet she's living in fear
In her early twenties but late in life
Overly-obsessed with playing in time
A lonely lover so stuck in time
Never got the chance to just enjoy the ride
Her choices made on someone else's dime
And every day passes right in front of her eyes
I'm cursed to never see what's in front of me
Never understanding where I'm supposed to be
Keep wishing on a star to just find a path
One day be the master of my circumstance
Yeah
Veronica living that Brooklyn life
Wall-to-wall sardining where the meanings hide
Working to live but now she's lost her mind
A house that's never built can't stand the test of time
A restless mess, always on the move
Her man is always coming down with stomach flu
Those documentaries did always soothe
The facts were more concrete than what the future proved
You're cursed to never see what's in front of you
Never understanding what you're supposed to do
You shake your lucky eight ball to find a way
One day find a life you could appreciate
Yeah!
You're cursed to never see what's in front of you
Never understanding what you're supposed to do
You shake your lucky eight ball to find a way
One day find the key to those pearly gates
I'm cursed to never see what's in front of me
Never understanding where I'm supposed to be
Keep wishing on a star to just find a path
One day be the master of my circumstance
Yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Simeon P Williams, Simeon Paygar Williams
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