Chorus

I'm just ridin' round the city with my speakers set on full/
With the whole world watching and I don't know what to do/
So I give it all I got till there's nothing left to prove/
I'm just running till I'm on, I got nothing left to lose, now/

I'm on the front page of the news Ma/
I'm on the front page of the news now/
And I ain't ever slowing down/
Till this dream has come around/
My feet will never touch the ground/

Verse 1:

I never knew my meaning, I hope I find out/
I'm just in this city living till its lights out/
Remember I was different, but they like me now/
Remember they wanted nothing to do with Ry's sound?!/

You burnt me, burnt me for nothing/
Searching, searching for something/
Up early, working I'm hungry/
Liz Hurley's, call me don't know 'em/
We drink till 4 in the morning, schooling was never important/
I am in my room recording, they were just never supporting/

Woah, Let me take it up notch/
Writing these songs got me late to my job/
Should quit this dream but it's painful to stop/
You'll never know me and this pain that I got/
Now it's bottoms up, bottles to the sky/
And I bottle my emotions, 'cos emotions running high/

I never had a house, no white picket fences/
That's why I gotta get my mum her own gated entrance/
It's all positive, I never play with tensions/
These great expectations, are  some really great intentions, and/

Chorus x 1

Verse 2:

Motion pictures play inside my conscience/
I used to rush now I'm just weighing up my options/
From the window of my apartment/
I'm focused in the clutch, that's like Michael at the Garden/

I mean I made somethig straight from nothin'/
So much dedication there's no time for me to function/
It's my occupation man, no matter what the budget/
I'm Spike on the sideline with this detail that I'm watching it/

Posted in my element, pro's say that I'm talented/
You're posing like a counterfeit, their posters are irrevelevnt/
We never got along, no one was right or wrong/
Now all this time is gone, but, this ain't that type of song/

Stay afloat with a taste to win, I think I know what it takes to win/
Never let this go or let this slip, I got this game in the tightest grip/
Till they keep the music that I making, like a family heirloom/
Untill the plane I'm on is finally giving me some legroom/

Chorus x 1

So don't be afraid to fly/
These buildings light up the sky/
And everything will be fine, but don't take it as a promise/

'Cos I might be waving goodbye/
I'm dreaming of New York Times/
Don't ever let them deprive, you of all you ever wanted/

Chorus x 1

Outro (Singing)

© 2012 R. Egan / S. Sisifa