Same Old

I Don't sleep up in orbit
So you should see how i sorted
All these scenes from dreams that I noted
Make belief for me is so important
It makes me calm and free but i'm haunted
By a fantasy that is flaunted
In my face and i couldn't get away
I was moving through the motions never moving outta place
Coming to conclusions that ill never make my way
Surrounded by the sentiments of sedimented fakes
Need better days, what more can i say
Intuition telling me this is not my fate
Not made for the same old stay home phasе though
Need more a journey
I need a expеdition born in premonitions
Attempt the mission or wonder what im missing

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

Yeah
I got these scribbles to a science
I'm writing self reliance yet it feels like defiance
Against those who would want you thinking in box
Keep it locked block your vision wanna see it cropped
Should i stop? ive not even started
The only marksmith on the market
With no target
Im just going with the flow
Hoping that the river can help me make it home
On my own
But not alone
Working from the ground up you can keep the throne
Across the globe is where i wanna go
Still not got a plan im just writing goals
Though i still stroll on these cold streets
If i can't change the pace im in the same old scene
Its just the same old me
in the same old scene
With the same old dreams

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone

I wanna be who I worked on
I get cold feet should i stroll on
These same old streets that i formed on
Same old me but then my souls gone