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'Cuz my ideas they never out of date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