Letras
You're on TV in California
Hours just to shake it from my head
I talk while trying not to bore you
Change my face to fit your circumstance
You like to put your name on what I have in my hands
Frozen in second place, I let you pass
Quick relapse
Feeling 60, lost in a circle
Thought, could've sworn I've crashed into the spot
And I'm dizzy, spinning up empty parking lots
Driving sideways 'til we're back at the beginning
Mastering the art of winning
Ran up the street to find the spot I
Used to sit and watch the planes go by
Fast car, I watched it fall apart
The city disappeared right from my eyes
You like to put your name on what I have in my hands
You don't know what you think I let you have
Quick relapse
Feeling 60, lost in a circle
Thought, could've sworn I've crashed into the spot
And I'm dizzy, spinning up empty parking lots
Driving sideways 'til we're back at the beginning
Mastering the art of winning
Quick relapse
In my hands
Quick relapse
In my hands
Quick relapse
In my hands
Quick relapse
In my hands