Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh
The more I learn the less I know
I figured it hurt too much
I should go
I just move with the flow
The sun sets itself over the marina
The sun sets itself low
In my mind the memories of forgotten time
Empathy of when the stars were truly mine
Maybe I could hit rewind and find the time to reclaim the things that define
The youthful images crying
Hoping the memories of all the people I love are never left behind
And die
Check it
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
The drum inside my chest go on and on
Shit it's for the best that we dig our own holes
And climb in and hide
Thank god we're fortified so we can safely decide what we'd like to do with our lives
Kinda f*cking pissed nothing ever pans out
But it's all the same to me
It's all the same yeah
It's just the same to me, uh
I pretend to be asleep but my eyes are wide open
A b-side to my emotions
Staying up late my fingers go into motion
The f*cking caddy I roll in on
The hope I'm bent on
The tinted glass
That shit would be straight mental
(Haha)
I just grab the pencil and I write out my rhymes
Cause I know I'll be due time
(F*cking piece of shit)
Maybe if I gave it some time
I'd find that there's more to life
Than all the past has to offer off the night
James Mckenna - Past, Present (feat. Sk8 Delete.) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh
The more I learn the less I know
I figured it hurt too much
I should go
I just move with the flow
The sun sets itself over the marina
The sun sets itself low
In my mind the memories of forgotten time
Empathy of when the stars were truly mine
Maybe I could hit rewind and find the time to reclaim the things that define
The youthful images crying
Hoping the memories of all the people I love are never left behind
And die
Check it
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
The drum inside my chest go on and on
Shit it's for the best that we dig our own holes
And climb in and hide
Thank god we're fortified so we can safely decide what we'd like to do with our lives
Kinda f*cking pissed nothing ever pans out
But it's all the same to me
It's all the same yeah
It's just the same to me, uh
I pretend to be asleep but my eyes are wide open
A b-side to my emotions
Staying up late my fingers go into motion
The f*cking caddy I roll in on
The hope I'm bent on
The tinted glass
That shit would be straight mental
(Haha)
I just grab the pencil and I write out my rhymes
Cause I know I'll be due time
(F*cking piece of shit)
Maybe if I gave it some time
I'd find that there's more to life
Than all the past has to offer off the night
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh
The more I learn the less I know
I figured it hurt too much
I should go
I just move with the flow
The sun sets itself over the marina
The sun sets itself low
In my mind the memories of forgotten time
Empathy of when the stars were truly mine
Maybe I could hit rewind and find the time to reclaim the things that define
The youthful images crying
Hoping the memories of all the people I love are never left behind
And die
Check it
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
The drum inside my chest go on and on
Shit it's for the best that we dig our own holes
And climb in and hide
Thank god we're fortified so we can safely decide what we'd like to do with our lives
Kinda f*cking pissed nothing ever pans out
But it's all the same to me
It's all the same yeah
It's just the same to me, uh
I pretend to be asleep but my eyes are wide open
A b-side to my emotions
Staying up late my fingers go into motion
The f*cking caddy I roll in on
The hope I'm bent on
The tinted glass
That shit would be straight mental
(Haha)
I just grab the pencil and I write out my rhymes
Cause I know I'll be due time
(F*cking piece of shit)
Maybe if I gave it some time
I'd find that there's more to life
Than all the past has to offer off the night
Writer: James McKenna
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