(Verse 1)
Its my train of thought – trying to bring it back to the basic talk,
Breath is precious – what do I waste it for?
I’ve not moving – you’re making yours,
I’m losing, I want to take the floor and stay some more,
Cause life’s too short – its gone in an instant.
I swear yesterday we were chilling as children,
Just little and screaming – now I’m sitting in buildings,
Trying to figure the meaning of the millionth feeling I’ve felt this week.
My voice-box is dead.
I need help to speak.
Tell the beat – cause you couldn’t care less.
I want my home-town, I know where’s best,
I flow there best. I’m nowhere – check my surroundings,
Student housing, booze I’m downing,
Its an easy life – eating food and lounging,
But I’m moody and frowning.
Under the weather – wondering whether
This cd’s gonna sell so I’m looking to better…

[HOOK]
My train of thought – trying to bring it back to the basic talk,
Breath is precious – what do I waste it for?
I’ve not moving – you’re making yours,
I’m losing, I want to take the floor.
Take the floor

(Verse 2)
Looking back on the moments that passed it seems im growing too fast,
looking forward to what im hoping to have feeling hopeless and sad,
like nothings going my way and im flowing all day but nothing flows right,
it used to be so nice now its cold nights, nobody to hold tight and i know i shoulnt moan right,
just wish that i would have froze time, now its ghost lines cos nobody knows mine,
i guess i'll make it in my own time,
i throw pride out the window, lifes a gamble like bingo,
i got my hope back think im gonna win so like an intro this is just the start,
cos real passion dont fade and its touched my heart, my kind of peace and i love this art,
like the moment i heard music it just took my arm and guided me to this place where i must be calm.....

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
I guess I’m here – bringing it back right?
A degree by my side, yet I still gotta have time.
Forget the bad times cause this is a good one.
Got people coming up to me saying they ‘love songs’,
I used to trust one but now its two,
Cause without Pat D my KIND OF PEACE ain’t true,
I paint blue skies – true times,
Sit here – choose rhymes.
Move right – life’s too nice. Yaris – cruise by,
And who am i? who are you? Who is anybody?
I’m just a girl next door with a different hobby,
I got me – that’s all I need,
More of these good times, shelter morning breeze.
I’m attached to nobody – I’m performing free,
I’m addicted to nothing and I’m bored of weed,
Sick of arguments & fighting, I’m storing peace,
Positivity is rising – no storing please!