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In the middle of the night
Bottom of the world
But the view ainât that bad
From where I stand
âCause I can still see the stars
Behind the smog
And I ainât giving up just yet on finding God
Excited of simple things like dimples in my girlâs back
She told me to hold her tightly but Iâm wonderin where the worldâs at
Stuck in the middle of nowhere, given a chance I wouldnât turn back
Iâd rather be broke than turning on people who had it when I was hurt bad
Some real shit
So I write like it was a key to unlock the holds inside of it there
Potential of what it could be
Fight to keep this life free as the stars
Because not even we could speak of what we could become
Given a week away from harm, letâs be sure that can start
A hungry writer from his heart turned into dark like his odds not even a spark
And when he heat up in this cold
Mess light up in this alone
This hole is the only thing I can hold on
2 nowadays as they begin to blur
My dreams are being more than I fiend begin to stir
From my need to be content inside of myself
To inspire inspite of my doubt
In the middle of the night
Bottom of the world
But the view ainât that bad
From where I stand
âCause I can still see the stars
Behind the smog
And I ainât giving up just yet on finding God
Life â only a dull reflection of death
So I ride, I need to make the best of whatâs left
Living fast but none the less Iâm dying slowly
And my heart just an engine and my mind is only just a spark plug
And I think I need a jumpstart
No matter where I turn Iâm headed for the junkyard
Donât want my time back
Who do I need to speak to
Bout everything Iâve been through for me to be who I am
Does anyone even know whether we die? Hello
You know that we never come back, right?
Ayo, anyone get the reply? Uh
Anyone livin their mind tellin me thereâs a Messiah
Send some more than sky, huh?
Something I hope that youâre right
You really believe that, you really gon read that book literally
And then I need that, you never thought that maybe it could be history
Telling me that and then tell you I disagree
Iâll tell you the truth, it all just sounds like some bullshit to me
I⦠Iâll never believe in no god
But I believe in the skies
And when I die, I die
In the middle of the night
Bottom of the world
But the view ainât that bad
From where I stand
âCause I can still see the stars
Behind the smog
And I ainât giving up just yet on finding God