Slow motion in the mind but still embrace the fast life fit into the city like a glove, this must've been a past life people rushing to get to work, to get home and chill as everything's been done and they wanna break from the thrill It's all too surreal how everyone is always hyped up moving to fast for their bodies to keep up and the foundations of their lives fall apart while they get the most convenient things they can for their shopping carts. country boys and girls are amazed by the skyscrapers and the people shopping on fifth ave like they got a lot of paper; keeping up with the Jones' is the trend that doesn't end as everyone's self worth is based on the belief whoever has the most stuff wins. Being high value means having all these possessions, but whose in possession of what? It gets hard to tell as the rich live beyond their means but don't die well Sacrifice the health to get the wealth then use the wealth to get the health; sold the soul years ago and you can no longer find yourself. All the lights and allure caught you and picked you clean and when you look in the mirror there's someone you've never seen, oh how the lights glamour have turned you into a monster that went from tilling the land on the farm to smoking contraband It's funny because now you can barely stand the thought of money, the allure of fame, all the lights and glamour that once seemed like gold as it brought you to your knees trying to figure who stole your soul 'cause you don't remember selling it, and even if you did you would've said no, right? You would've said you'd make your own way, right? Pull your own weight, right? Of course you would, now go home and get some sleep before you get trapped by the city that never sleeps.