Two-thousand nine,
The year that I definitively lost my mind.
Got signed and thought that everything would work out fine,
But now I'm back at my mom's house, oh oh.
Could say I failed then,
But failure's just a matter of comparison.
Temple of Doom inside my room like Harrison,
But fuck a Ford--got a Lexus.
Now let's connect this, yeah.
They tell me, Wait your turn in line,
Watch the sky until your stars align.
No, nothing ever happens overnight,
But maybe next time, maybe next time, yeah.
Reviews are in.
They say I'm immature, they say I'm uterine.
In my computer, though--this isn't utero.
So disconnect the distractions, oh oh.
See me
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We brought it from the dungeon to the dragon's vein.
Won't bludgeon you with details, but the dragon's slain.
I do what I do: go hard, get it in, get it on,
Or whatever they say.
They tell me, Wait your turn in line,
Watch the sky until your stars align.
No, nothing ever happens overnight,
But maybe next time, maybe next time, yeah.
Just wait your turn in line,
'cause everybody knows you'll be just fine.
No, nothing ever happens overnight,
But maybe next time, maybe next time, yeah.
No, that guy
Has direction,
Makes corrections.
From
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Don't be stressin',
Learn your lesson, yeah.
They tell me, Wait your turn in line,
Watch the sky until your stars align.
No, nothing ever happens overnight,
But maybe next time, maybe next time, yeah.
They tell me, Wait your turn in line,
'cause everybody knows you'll be just fine.
No, nothing ever happens overnight,
But maybe next time, maybe next time, yeah.
Writer(s): David Andrew Wallach, Maxwell C. Drummey
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