[Intro]
Bounce
Digging For Roots, anyone
[Verse 1]
sh** follows fans now more than ever
Seaside, rain weather
Side of my sofa, what never
Too many kooks in each and every endeavor
I got to admit flame burns low
Contracted heart pumps blood like Mr. Burns' cold
But then I do crazy sh** yeah I just go for it
Close my eyes, shut doors, that's right, hit the street
Can I hit it, yes you bet
Wanna test, spot a train, try to catch your breath
Train driver smiles out the window with his head
No way, I could have known he'd wait for guy that late
Had I not run as fast as I can
Not knowing whether any of this makes a change in the end
I would have been stuck - wait - half way, half life
Blame in vain, no way and that's why
[Hook]
Good faith, all uncertain
Take a shot, play a part, let the world spin
The line between back and forth often blurry
Keep it going in good faith, end of story
[Verse 2]
At times so non-conformist, as if that's a choice
Catching interest in mostly everything, scanning noise
Used to cut it out to be a cookie-cutter
This is not drawing attention, its expression not more
Either I shame myself to stay put
Infantilised to a child-like status
Or I drive this thing home like UPS
This thing of commitment does estrange
Look between "uh" and "yeah" I choose onward
You would have done the same in my shoes, so what
I would have been stuck - half life
Blame in vain - nah, that's why
[Hook]
Good faith, all uncertain
Take a shot, play a part, let the world spin
The line between back and forth often blurry
Keep it going in good faith, end of story