And I can follow footsteps
Can drive far enough to see the light of day
Blame yourself for all the silence
For all the guilty ones I've seen escape
I so much fun this time around

I can feel the life into you
I've been molesting yo mind
So tell me what I should do
My God, you know that I'm gone
Until we are at the trail
I just keep seeing us running under it all
Under it all

So open up your eyes, nobody else can see us
The tragic hours waste in space, to appease the jury
Somebody has to deal the chance to
Get nowhere, for all the selfish ones that feed in our face
I so much fun this time around

I can feel the life into you
I've been molesting yo mind
So tell me what I should do
My God, you know that I'm gone
Until we are at the trail
I just keep seeing us running under it all
Under it all

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Writer(s): Clint Edward Lowery, John M Connolly, La Jon Jermaine Witherspoon, Morgan J Rose, Vincent E Hornsby