In my race, to have it all To nail it all, I have become A useless bag, a dead man's sack All these things find me now But I get myself a good night's sleep I don't know what to do about you now Turnin' down the things you do But I get myself a good night's sleep I don't know what to do about you now I keep on movin', cruisin' [Sometimes breathing's (We could make it and it) The hardest thing to do (Should be alright, cause the bad things inside) Two souls leavin' (Now we can make it and it) Ever feelin' down (Should be alright cause there's bad things inside)