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Could be a lover
Who gives it all and let's it all slide
Could be a fighter
Yeah, funny joke, come say it outside
I'm tryna find my feet
My back is killing me from the stress
I hide it easily, it's just a part of me I guess
Not ready now
All you do is get older
Just waiting around
Not ready now
But the choice is made for ya
It's not slowing down
Could be a critic
It's kinda good but have you tried this?
Could be a cynic
Yeah shoot your shot, but know you might miss
Still tryna find my feet
My head is killing me from the stress
My mum would always say
You give too much away
Say less
Not ready now
All you do is get older
Just waiting around
Not ready now
But the choice is made for ya
It's not slowing down