I can't imagine the day when things have actually faded away
But the day i may not be able to pay my way could be today
It′s not that I don't care, just that I'm way too caught up with breathing air to grieve for the trees and air or how breathable air is
You go first, I′ll follow suit
Make your mistakes, I′ll copy, mate
I'm right behind you but don′t expect me to ride like it's a race
′Cause you'll be back there picking scraps while I′m Mr. Mug, do-gooding around and I've lost my rank and place
I've got to manage my little space
I′m not a stereotypical give-me-what-I-want-when-I-want-it with a big cherry on it
Just another brother trying to love my son and mother
Providing for my wife is the vibe I′m on in life
I might well starve, that's what would happen if I started off this march
It′s not my world but I'm in it to win it
Put it in the bin if you give a shit, listen, let′s all start at the same point
Following rules equally losing tell me if it does, I wish it be true, but never gonna happen, we are not equal
For the kids let's make the rules
But I saw the film and hated the sequel
Pass the love round, then back to me
Two and three, that′s the feeling
Scramble for the top, for the bottom of the ceiling
Conspiracy theories, we all hear these
If you don't know where you're going any road will take you there
If you don′t know where you′re going then any road will take you there
If you don't know where you′re going then any road will take you there
We do not know where we're going