Lyricist : LightSw1tch

Composer : LightSw1tch/swagbeat

编曲 : swagbeat

(Verse 1)

Yeah finding myself

Now that I got my own crowds, my mama be proud

My heads in the clouds, ain't lost in the clouts

Though I have sort of felt weights of a crown

But keep it simple, like it'll be my principle

Fxck all the paper work, lyrics my paper work

Don't want no office work, hate to normal

Man this whole concert jungle is brutal

So I got few questions right now, something I cannot work out

I think it's time to lay 'em all out:

The first one would be, how life should be?

I hope it won't be so hard as it seem

I mean there some people making some mil's

While others they worrying about meals

Life is a struggle and that's all we know

Therefore I wonder the meaning of life

Tell me about all of these beauties in life

Not about women but other things like

Every shooting star fall from the sky

They could be every details in life

Life is a struggle, and that's all we know

Always got people, want others be broke

Skin of a human, but devil in soul

Dramas and traumas, they want 'em the most

Life is a maze, fxck all the glaze, enough with the snakes

Not on my plate, outta my face, my spirit won't fade

The only heroes gon' be ourselves

I'll be the warrior who travels through hell

What’s behind of this hill?

Is it fulfilled with peace or all kinds of beef

Well fxck it, 'cuz I'm about to learn it myself

I'm gonna learn it myself

All of the feelings in life, wonder the taste of 'em all

That's how I evolve, when music involves

Then I'll be in awe, question for y'all

What would you say about life? 'Cuz the way that I see it

It's always about, it's all about

(Chorus)

Finding myself, finding yourselves, finding ourselves

Yeah, finding ourselves

(Verse 2)

OK, let me be honest

Sometimes I wonder, what would I do, without no music

Am I gon' lose it? Ain't here for the profit

Aim to be artist remembered as classic

My music ain't tragic, in fact, imma gas it

Know how to map it, and that'll be my magic

I pack up my package, I'll never be passive

I know that someone gon' write a whole passage

Saying he hates me, but he is a fake me

He ain't that ballsy to come out and face me

'Cuz my ideas they never out of date

They always go to the opposite way, they elaborate

Every survivors, we celebrate

Toasting for all of us took the right way

We've come a long way, at the end of the day

At the end of the day, thank God we've picked a right way

Yeah at the end of the day

(Chorus)

It's all about finding ourselves, finding yourselves

Finding out who we all are, it's all about