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She said, she didn’t see no passion
But never quite got around to askin’
Cause I didn’t talk about dreams she thought I was content
With twenty somethin’ dollars and some odd cents
So despite the thirty plus years that I’ve been living
It only took six weeks to have me figured
So because of my job, she thought that this was it
So I guess I sit back and accept that shit
Guess I won’t try to strive
Or I won’t even try
Guess I’ll live in mediocrity until I die
Barely even knows me, but she swore she knew
Cuz if it ain’t them, then it must be you
So if a bunch of people think it, then it must be true
Cause they all know me better than I do
True?
Or would you agree,
There may be some things that ya’ll don’t see?
There’s a myriad of things that you just don’t know
Can’t assume it don’t exist because it don’t show
If you think I stood for it, then you must be slow
So you already know where this gon’ go