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A Thousand Days Have Gone

from Production by The TroubleShooters

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[int eighty]
It’s been three years since I last awoke with sober eyes
All joined in one extended gauntlet with no divide
Always want the rush like it’s expedited overnight
And once I fin’lly have it, all I want to do is hold it tight
Can’t escape the gravity, spiral slow
Grounded once I’m cleared for my final approach
It’s the pride in the flow with the rise from the show
Racing at a pace, chasing highs and the lows

[Mikal kHill]
End to end burner, born with a heart murmur
Been fucking up my health but I’m a real slow learner
Keep thinking that I got it worked out over the summer
But the doctor’s like yo what the fuck is with these numbers
I mean, not in those exact same words
But maybe some different verbs and he probably didn’t curse
The message was the same, you need to slow your fuckin role
Unless you want your kids only talking to you through a stone

[Chorus]
We live in the moment while our lungs keep breathing
But zoom out and you can see the change of the seasons
Trees drop leaves as the new ones grow
Find your own speed, live fast die slow

We live in the moment while our lungs keep breathing
But zoom out and you can see the change of the seasons
Trees drop leaves as the new ones grow
Find your own speed, live fast die slow

[int eighty]
Light a candle for the ones that couldn’t see this
Burning both ends as the daylight decreases
What still hasn’t killed us building strengths from our weakness
Many days gone, just as many nights were sleepless
Keeping out of reaches as the darkness extends
Shadows make speeches and begin to descend
Together til they leave us in this paradox of trends
On the path, always pushing for the peak until the end

[Mikal kHill]
A broke heart beating in my chest
Smoke raising to the west
I must confess, I was born a whole mess
Unless there’s major change I’ll be stuck here til death
Only half the story cause I know I’m truly blessed
Got tools and gifts many would kill to get a taste of
Family and my circle, a fortress of pure love
Might not got a lot but what we got will be enough
A castle made of sand reinforced with sterner stuff


[Chorus]
We live in the moment while our lungs keep breathing
But zoom out and you can see the change of the seasons
Trees drop leaves as the new ones grow
Find your own speed, live fast die slow

We live in the moment while our lungs keep breathing
But zoom out and you can see the change of the seasons
Trees drop leaves as the new ones grow
Find your own speed, live fast die slow

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from Production, released March 24, 2023

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