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Time moves too fast
Four years since my first album and I'm still here making tracks
Still I keep bearing my soul, I keep honing my skills, and promoting my craft
But sometimes I sit in the studio wondering how much longer it'll last
Built up this image I saw in myself as a wall and now I'm feeling trapped
Smoking alone, fill the hole inside me with the blunts that I puff, never pass
Know that I'm living a life that will never make sense to my mom and my dad
Feel like I just keep outgrowing the home that I'm in and to which I'm attached