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suburban truth - visioneers (the pursuit of happiness) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: suburban truth]

another day lost trying to get ahead
another night lost, sleep when you’re dead

[verse 1:]

i didn’t agree to this system they’re teaching
seventeen, leaving childhood kicking and screaming
did it my own way without the wisdom i needed
now i learn the hard way and i wish i believed them
but hold up!
do hormones give us a reason
to live in extremes, or should they limit the freedom?
i look around, everyone on the same path
the unattainable third step’s the game plan
go to school, so i can go to school
so i can get a job, so i can make money
so i can make money, so i can be old
i quit this game, someone hand me the cheat code
i don’t have all the answers, i just want to change something
make something, and say something
i want to make a statement!
i want to be like the musicians that inspired me
so here i am, and that’s what i’ma try and be

[hook:]

let me tell you ’bout this dream i had
i was a feeble dad with bad knees and hands
my back creaked and cracked, i had a house of gold
with three tv screens, and a couch that folds
waking every day to the same routine
of blind carbon copies and wasted dreams
a wife that mocks me, kids that don’t speak
wake up knowing that these are the things i don’t need!

[verse 2:]

i’m defining success in the eye of the beholder
you blindly address giving some minor awards for
the nights of restless time trying to move forward
that’s why i’m depressed whenever i get older
my shoulder’s boulder is home to many pages
written on the pad that my pen embraces
sittin’ in a cl-ss for my education
just wishin’ i could ask what the h-ll i’m chasin’
i was driven by intense ambition
blowing friends off thinkin it’s the best decision
regrets and wisdom are never a kid’s dream
i burn away time pretending i’m fifteen
yeesh!
this changed it all
why’d i take this long?
why’d i write this song?
what’s the point?
even though i know what’s right, i chose a life
where i don’t follow my own advice

[bridge:]

happiness: it’s not the same as satisfaction, it’s a fact
’till you hear it it’s difficult to imagine
tragic: workaholic is a habit, the math track is erratic
i’m working like a addict
depression: is a lesson of adolescence
unless we correct the mental invention of success
stress: huh, funny you should address it
at best, i’m guessing, we need a stress intervention
happiness: difficult to define
at times it shines a light through the writing of rhymes
happiness is like the p-ssage up to my attic
close enough to grasp, but i gotta grab a ladder to have it
happiness won’t make you rich or famous
aim isn’t greatness, it’s relationships
success: well, define it yourself
forget wealth, cause mine is my mental health

[outro:]

don’t forget your friends and family
think!
delayed gratification is a good habit, but
what are we really working toward?
we chase this warped vision of success our whole life and then what are we?
old
work hard
but know that hard work brings satisfaction, not happiness
i’m on the pursuit of happiness
what are you doing?!

- suburban truth

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