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