Ready
We wait until the parents gets us
The paintings left unfinished
Some may never become parents either
They just smile and act and dress up
Staring at the wall for hours straight
Sometimes ants that crossed the road I'd take
If you said okay then it was cool
But you smiled and act'd and dressed up
Now years have passed and we still the same
I never thought that I would be the same
I never thought that you would be the same
Guess we meant to stay the lane we're put to
Now what are you ready to die for?
Tell me, what are you ready to die for?
I guess we all just meant to stay the same
We all created just to ride the lane
Now what are you ready to die for?
Tell me, what are you ready to die for?
I wasn't me, nah I wasn't
Or maybe influences I was stuck in
Influences, sure, can be cool
Mine got me coughin and sucked in
An absent dimension where my mind had no clear eyesight
My eyes were wide open when I tried to sleep at night time
My words and beats are gonna show your soul
My live performances will glow all the way to outer globe
And I ain't even trying, Childish
Idol when I tried to make it through high-school
People tried to press a tube on my face
And make it seem like that was how life is
I don't think people are ready to die tho
I mean, what are they even ready to die for?
What are they even ready to die for?
Tell me
I guess we all just meant to stay the same
We all created just to ride the lane
Now what are you ready to die for?
What are you, tell me, uh
The paintings left unfinished
Some may never become parents either
They just smile and act and dress up
Staring at the wall for hours straight
Sometimes ants that crossed the road I'd take
If you said okay then it was cool
But you smiled and act'd and dressed up
Now years have passed and we still the same
I never thought that I would be the same
I never thought that you would be the same
Guess we meant to stay the lane we're put to
Now what are you ready to die for?
Tell me, what are you ready to die for?
I guess we all just meant to stay the same
We all created just to ride the lane
Now what are you ready to die for?
Tell me, what are you ready to die for?
I wasn't me, nah I wasn't
Or maybe influences I was stuck in
Influences, sure, can be cool
Mine got me coughin and sucked in
An absent dimension where my mind had no clear eyesight
My eyes were wide open when I tried to sleep at night time
My words and beats are gonna show your soul
My live performances will glow all the way to outer globe
And I ain't even trying, Childish
Idol when I tried to make it through high-school
People tried to press a tube on my face
And make it seem like that was how life is
I don't think people are ready to die tho
I mean, what are they even ready to die for?
What are they even ready to die for?
Tell me
I guess we all just meant to stay the same
We all created just to ride the lane
Now what are you ready to die for?
What are you, tell me, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Randall S Newman
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