It has only been 2 years since 24 @ 24
But my body feels double worn like I am 48
And my mind is like an old ugly Christmas sweater
Because my mom gave it to me, can't throw it away
So I am gonna take this life slow and steady
Just like that turtle and maybe one day I'll win the race
And I swear to god I am not that good at anything
I have just learned to memorize and then regurgitate
Like when I would dropkick myself down a tunnel
The things that kept me up at night with no bed
And I wish I was right back there
With my pajamas on and unkempt hair
When I would dropkick myself down a tunnel
My life is like having a good idea
When you are stuck inside a room without a pad or pen
And when I finally find that pen inside of the junk drawer
Try to write down that idea, oh no, man, I forget
The only thing I know I'm actually good at
Is writing reports for people who matter to me
To deliver to people who don't matter
And the jury's still out on whether or not the content matters
Like when I was on stage with both of my best friends
The things that kept me up at night with no bed
And I wish I was right back there
When I was too young to drink but too young to care
When I was on stage with both of my best friends
So go back in my mind, the last time that I cried
Push rewind and I find a dry eye solution
It's true, I'm a tough guy if I lie or don't fight
To survive in this life use one's own volition
I want to get away but yet I want to be respected
And I want to live alone but yet I know I need connections
And I will never die, I got too many checks to write
So you better rest assured, there'll be no bills left over in my will
So go back in my mind, the last time that I cried
Push rewind and I find a dry eye solution
It's true, I'm a tough guy if I lie or don't fight
To survive in this life use one's own volition
I want to get away but yet I want to be respected
And I want to live alone but yet I know I need connections
And I will never die, I got too many checks to write
So you better rest assured, there'll be no bills left over in my will
Tylor Carl - Mind Full Lyrics
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It has only been 2 years since 24 @ 24
But my body feels double worn like I am 48
And my mind is like an old ugly Christmas sweater
Because my mom gave it to me, can't throw it away
So I am gonna take this life slow and steady
Just like that turtle and maybe one day I'll win the race
And I swear to god I am not that good at anything
I have just learned to memorize and then regurgitate
Like when I would dropkick myself down a tunnel
The things that kept me up at night with no bed
And I wish I was right back there
With my pajamas on and unkempt hair
When I would dropkick myself down a tunnel
My life is like having a good idea
When you are stuck inside a room without a pad or pen
And when I finally find that pen inside of the junk drawer
Try to write down that idea, oh no, man, I forget
The only thing I know I'm actually good at
Is writing reports for people who matter to me
To deliver to people who don't matter
And the jury's still out on whether or not the content matters
Like when I was on stage with both of my best friends
The things that kept me up at night with no bed
And I wish I was right back there
When I was too young to drink but too young to care
When I was on stage with both of my best friends
So go back in my mind, the last time that I cried
Push rewind and I find a dry eye solution
It's true, I'm a tough guy if I lie or don't fight
To survive in this life use one's own volition
I want to get away but yet I want to be respected
And I want to live alone but yet I know I need connections
And I will never die, I got too many checks to write
So you better rest assured, there'll be no bills left over in my will
So go back in my mind, the last time that I cried
Push rewind and I find a dry eye solution
It's true, I'm a tough guy if I lie or don't fight
To survive in this life use one's own volition
I want to get away but yet I want to be respected
And I want to live alone but yet I know I need connections
And I will never die, I got too many checks to write
So you better rest assured, there'll be no bills left over in my will
But my body feels double worn like I am 48
And my mind is like an old ugly Christmas sweater
Because my mom gave it to me, can't throw it away
So I am gonna take this life slow and steady
Just like that turtle and maybe one day I'll win the race
And I swear to god I am not that good at anything
I have just learned to memorize and then regurgitate
Like when I would dropkick myself down a tunnel
The things that kept me up at night with no bed
And I wish I was right back there
With my pajamas on and unkempt hair
When I would dropkick myself down a tunnel
My life is like having a good idea
When you are stuck inside a room without a pad or pen
And when I finally find that pen inside of the junk drawer
Try to write down that idea, oh no, man, I forget
The only thing I know I'm actually good at
Is writing reports for people who matter to me
To deliver to people who don't matter
And the jury's still out on whether or not the content matters
Like when I was on stage with both of my best friends
The things that kept me up at night with no bed
And I wish I was right back there
When I was too young to drink but too young to care
When I was on stage with both of my best friends
So go back in my mind, the last time that I cried
Push rewind and I find a dry eye solution
It's true, I'm a tough guy if I lie or don't fight
To survive in this life use one's own volition
I want to get away but yet I want to be respected
And I want to live alone but yet I know I need connections
And I will never die, I got too many checks to write
So you better rest assured, there'll be no bills left over in my will
So go back in my mind, the last time that I cried
Push rewind and I find a dry eye solution
It's true, I'm a tough guy if I lie or don't fight
To survive in this life use one's own volition
I want to get away but yet I want to be respected
And I want to live alone but yet I know I need connections
And I will never die, I got too many checks to write
So you better rest assured, there'll be no bills left over in my will
Writer: Tylor Schlink
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