Seconds

1994, man I had a silver spoon Now I got a pitchfork So you better give me room I had too much on my plate Too much on my mind Eating all the hate Getting seconds every time Put me second every time My life was on the lines Made it to a verse So I’m doing just fine It was going worse But it’s going every time Looking for my title But you still the underline Fast, fast, fast, fast Fast forward See we growing up Rather fall apart Than to see me fall in love So petty Petty set go Holding conversations that we never let go Eating all my words that I never let show Everything rehearsed Yeah, everybody know Wanna take me back Seven seconds in a row Second chance Seconds in a row Should I settle down Should I run away What have I done now Seconds gone away Seconds in a row Seconds in a row, yeah Seconds in a row Seconds in a row, yeah Seconds in a row Seconds in a row, yeah Seconds in a row Seconds in a row, yeah Seconds in a row Seconds in a row Seconds in a row Seconds in a row Seconds in a row