Bamboo - Looking Out For lyrics
[Bamboo - Looking Out For lyrics]
I try, try not to get too down on myself
While on the process we got lives on the line
The deeper I get intro this fight
I cry myself to sleep thinking
What I shoulda coulda done
I never I had a chance
Oh no don't get me wrong
We got the tools to do good
But when all's said and done
I close my eyes I try to shot 'em out
I close my eyes pretend to hear no sound
I close my visualize this is paradise
I close my heart my conscience is my price
Your world just stops
It's getting harder and harder to feel
Just waiting, buying time
Looking for answers till I know what's real
It don't feel the same will I heal
Will I ever be the same I hope I will
Keep telling yourself the world's
Gonna be just fine
Ya'll playing by the rules but
I'm gonna live by mine
How did we ever get to
This point of such distraction?
No excuses take the money and run run run
I search my soul thinking what
I shoulda coulda done
Crunch time about time I prepare myself
For that long climb upon my knees
From the bowels of hell
But I've had some recent practice
Swimming against the tide
Redemption's a lonely road but
Someone's gonna try
Thirty pieces of silver to reclaim my soul
I'll sing high to the heavens my luck the
Gates will still be closed still be closed
While on the process we got lives on the line
The deeper I get intro this fight
I cry myself to sleep thinking
What I shoulda coulda done
I never I had a chance
Oh no don't get me wrong
We got the tools to do good
But when all's said and done
I close my eyes I try to shot 'em out
I close my eyes pretend to hear no sound
I close my visualize this is paradise
I close my heart my conscience is my price
Your world just stops
It's getting harder and harder to feel
Just waiting, buying time
Looking for answers till I know what's real
It don't feel the same will I heal
Will I ever be the same I hope I will
Keep telling yourself the world's
Gonna be just fine
Ya'll playing by the rules but
I'm gonna live by mine
How did we ever get to
This point of such distraction?
No excuses take the money and run run run
I search my soul thinking what
I shoulda coulda done
Crunch time about time I prepare myself
For that long climb upon my knees
From the bowels of hell
But I've had some recent practice
Swimming against the tide
Redemption's a lonely road but
Someone's gonna try
Thirty pieces of silver to reclaim my soul
I'll sing high to the heavens my luck the
Gates will still be closed still be closed