Finding Myself

Lyrics: LightSw1tch Music: LightSw1tch (Verse 1) Yeah finding myself Now that I got my own crowds, my mama be proud My heads in the clouds, ain't lost in the clouts Though I have sort of felt weights of a crown But keep it simple, like it'll be my principle Fxck all the paper work, lyrics my paper work Don't want no office work, hate to normal Man this whole concert jungle is brutal So I got few questions right now, something I cannot work out I think it's time to lay 'em all out: The first one would be, how life should be? I hope it won't be so hard as it seem I mean there some people making some mil's While others they worrying about meals Life is a struggle and that's all we know Therefore I wonder the meaning of life Tell me about all of these beauties in life Not about women but other things like Every shooting star fall from the sky They could be every details in life Life is a struggle, and that's all we know Always got people, want others be broke Skin of a human, but devil in soul Dramas and traumas, they want 'em the most Life is a maze, fxck all the glaze, enough with the snakes Not on my plate, outta my face, my spirit won't fade The only heroes gon' be ourselves I'll be the warrior who travels through hell What’s behind of this hill? Is it fulfilled with peace or all kinds of beef Well fxck it, 'cuz I'm about to learn it myself I'm gonna learn it myself All of the feelings in life, wonder the taste of 'em all That's how I evolve, when music involves Then I'll be in awe, question for y'all What would you say about life? 'Cuz the way that I see it It's always about, it's all about (Chorus) Finding myself, finding yourselves, finding ourselves Yeah, finding ourselves (Verse 2) OK, let me be honest Sometimes I wonder, what would I do, without no music Am I gon' lose it? Ain't here for the profit Aim to be artist remembered as classic My music ain't tragic, in fact, imma gas it Know how to map it, and that'll be my magic I pack up my package, I'll never be passive I know that someone gon' write a whole passage Saying he hates me, but he is a fake me He ain't that ballsy to come out and face me 'Cuz my ideas they never out of date They always go to the opposite way, they elaborate Every survivors, we celebrate Toasting for all of us took the right way We've come a long way, at the end of the day At the end of the day, thank God we've picked a right way Yeah at the end of the day (Chorus) It's all about finding ourselves, finding yourselves Finding out who we all are, it's all about