She's young, lithe and homely, wise by no means,
Known one guy she's for his eyes and only,
He's a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely,
Separates the pain by staying high and though she,
Might just O.D. high price to go free,
This aint living, listen it's dying slowly,
It's got a hold on me, she can chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, don't chase that feeling
Like I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Don't believe that I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Sometimes I feel we strive for a life of apathy,
Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed,
Aint jack for free, I think they'd try a tax to breathe,
It's like we fight to remind us that we bleed,
I take flight in the night from lack of sleep,
Cause peace of minds the only time that we're free,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, we all chase that feeling
It's like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse,
You try climb out the pit, they'll try claw you back,
Like back in the factory packing the shelves,
It was hell cos the foreman was always harassing me,
Like 'How's your little old music thing going?'
Now I'm like 'How's your bitter old loser s*** going?'
And I'm right, it's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I
Like I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Don't believe that I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
And I'm a chase that feeling,
Take that pain and replace that feeling,
And I'm a take that healing then,
Stand so tall they'll have to raise that ceiling man
From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start,
Forever aint enough when your state of the art,
f*** the haters that had said I'd never make it this far,
It's the pavers that I'd tread to dedicate to my craft,
I've tailored every thread that bare the shape of my heart,
Treating every breathe as my first and day as my last,
It's got a hold on me, I still chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, yeah I still chase that feeling
I ride the rails of a vinyl track,
Fall into a trance and there aint no climbing back,
Sit and lose myself in all the hidden loops,
They're like forbidden fruits, I'm like can I get a b*** of that?
Gin and juice, I get loose and I write a track,
Shivers down my spine, feeling more like a spinal tap,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I
Like I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Don't believe that I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
And I'm a chase that feeling,
Take that pain and replace that feeling,
And I'm a take that healing then,
Stand so tall they'll have to raise that ceiling man
At start of the summer,
I'm a come to life and have the heart of a hummingbird,
And I can hear the drummer,
She's so ugly but I'm so in love with her,
Wake up, roll out of bed, throw on some roll-on,
Roll up to the studio,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
Chase that feeling
Known one guy she's for his eyes and only,
He's a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely,
Separates the pain by staying high and though she,
Might just O.D. high price to go free,
This aint living, listen it's dying slowly,
It's got a hold on me, she can chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, don't chase that feeling
Like I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Don't believe that I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Sometimes I feel we strive for a life of apathy,
Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed,
Aint jack for free, I think they'd try a tax to breathe,
It's like we fight to remind us that we bleed,
I take flight in the night from lack of sleep,
Cause peace of minds the only time that we're free,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, we all chase that feeling
It's like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse,
You try climb out the pit, they'll try claw you back,
Like back in the factory packing the shelves,
It was hell cos the foreman was always harassing me,
Like 'How's your little old music thing going?'
Now I'm like 'How's your bitter old loser s*** going?'
And I'm right, it's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I
Like I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Don't believe that I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
And I'm a chase that feeling,
Take that pain and replace that feeling,
And I'm a take that healing then,
Stand so tall they'll have to raise that ceiling man
From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start,
Forever aint enough when your state of the art,
f*** the haters that had said I'd never make it this far,
It's the pavers that I'd tread to dedicate to my craft,
I've tailored every thread that bare the shape of my heart,
Treating every breathe as my first and day as my last,
It's got a hold on me, I still chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, yeah I still chase that feeling
I ride the rails of a vinyl track,
Fall into a trance and there aint no climbing back,
Sit and lose myself in all the hidden loops,
They're like forbidden fruits, I'm like can I get a b*** of that?
Gin and juice, I get loose and I write a track,
Shivers down my spine, feeling more like a spinal tap,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I
Like I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
Don't believe that I've been looking for
Something that is good for the rich, yeah the blind and the poor
And I'm a chase that feeling,
Take that pain and replace that feeling,
And I'm a take that healing then,
Stand so tall they'll have to raise that ceiling man
At start of the summer,
I'm a come to life and have the heart of a hummingbird,
And I can hear the drummer,
She's so ugly but I'm so in love with her,
Wake up, roll out of bed, throw on some roll-on,
Roll up to the studio,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
Chase that feeling